Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 12:22:16 EST
From: Nefersdaddy@aol.com
Subject: The Colonel Learned his Mistake didnt pay

This is a true story about something that happened a while back, in the
early 80s.  Names will be changed to protect the not so innocent.

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The Colonel Learned his Mistake didnt pay.

When I was  in the Air Force back in the 80s,  it was part of my job to
teach what I called the "90 day snot nosed wonders" how to work a side
arm weapon.  Most of them would come to the school, and were not afraid
to say that they knew absolutely nothing about weapons, except the
weapons they had been taught about in flight training school.  It was my
job to teach them how to stay alive, if they should go down behind enemy
lines.

One day, this Colonel came into the school, and from his swagger, and
attitude, I knew this was not going to be an easy lesson.  He came up and
started talking about going hunting with his father, and how he knew how
to handle weapons, and shoot guns of all types.  This went on thru every
class.  I do have to admit, that he did field strip a hand gun in less
time then anyone else had every done it.  I was happy with that.  But,
even when he was doing that, he was acting very difficult in the class.
Finally, we got out to the shooting range, and he started talking loudly
about how he was the best shot there, he should be teaching the class, so
on and so forth.  I let him rant and rave about how well he could do, and
looked at him, and said "Colonel, why dont you put your money where your
mouth is?"  He looked at me, a mere Sergent, and said "What did you
say?".  I knew I had over stepped my bounds, but I was tired of his
bluster.  I repeated myself, and could see a few of the other students
turn white.
He turned his back on me, and walked away.  After I dismissed the class,
I called him back to me, and told him again, "Why not prove to me that
your better then I am, then you can teach the class".  He agreed, and we
set a time on the range off base, to have our little contest.  We both
agreed to bring what we had, and set the time to meet on the following
morning, it being a Saturday.
We met at the front gate of the base, and I drove to the firing range.
As we got out of the truck, I could see that something must have excited
him, as he was tenting like never before.  I smiled, and said "Lets make
this even more interesting.  Its just the two of us here, and no one will
know.. Winner gets to use the loser." He looked at me, and I looked at
his tented shorts.  He smiled, knowing that he was going to get what ever
he wanted from me.
He pulled out his side arm that he had brought from home.   A 38 caliber
pistol. Nice little piece, I thought.  I pulled out "Baby" from my
holster. Baby was a .357 Magnum, normally loaded with hollowtips back in
that day, just for protection in the house.  I took the hollowtips out,
and replaced them with standard bullets.  He looked at me, and asked if I
was going to kill him.  I laughed, said "No, this is my household weapon,
basically, my wifes gun".  He blanched at that a bit, recovered and
chuckled.
We took a few warm up shots, then lined up the targets.  We both shot 5
rounds.  He took his stance, and from what I could see, it was the proper
stance for a firing range shot.  I let him fire his weapon, counted the
shots as the came out, and then reeled his target in.  We actually got
out a tape measure and measured the distance from the bullseye to his
nearest shot.. 1.5 inches. not bad, not deadly, but not bad.
I didnt bother to take a stance.  I know.. but I wanted to teach him a
lesson. I raised my arm, fired one shot, brought the weapon down, and
fired again. I repeated that till I had fired my 5 shots.  I know he
counted them as well.  He was laughing as I removed my ear protection,
and I just smiled at him.  Thru his laughter, he was shouting "You didnt
hit the target every time!".  again, I smiled at him.
We reeled in my target, and as it got closer, he got whiter in color.  By
this time, I was starting to worry about the good Colonel.  I had hit the
target, all 5 times, and you could see the holes from each bullet. It
looked like a 4 leaf clover dead center on the bullseye.  the 5th bullet
had gone right thru the center.
He sat down, hung his head, and said to me "Your right, I am here to
learn from the best".
Now, being one who would never harshly criticise a student, I looked at
him, and asked to see his weapon.  As I sighted down the barrel, I could
see that the sight was off.  I told him that he needed to go back, have
his sight trued on the weapon, and that might give him better use and
aim.
He looked at me then, and said "Your also the winner of our little bet,
what do you want me to do?"
I looked at him, and said "Lets go back to your quarters, and talk about
this."
As we drove back, I could see him biting his lip, stressing about what
was going to happen.
We passed thru the main gate, and I drove to the BOQ (Base Officers
Quarters, basically the base hotel).  I parked the truck, and we walked
into his room.
I told him "I need to take a shower, and so do you" and started to strip
off my clothes.  He followed suit, and soon we were both naked.  I walked
into the bathroom, and started up the shower.  He followed, looking
rather dejected that he had lost the bet.  Things were going to start
looking up for him, and soon!
As we took our shower, I asked him to turn around, and I started
lathering up his back.  I took my time lathering his buns, and around his
hole.  I let him think that I was going to top him, when I wanted him to
top me.  I could feel him shudder each time my finger went near his
hole.  I told him to rinse his back off. He moved under the showerhead,
and I got a chance to look at his thick 9 incher sticking straight up
against his abs.  I moved close to him, and felt it snake between my
legs. Stifling a moan, I told him that I was going to wash his hair for
him, and did just that.  Moving his cock back and forth between my legs
the entire time.  My own 5 inch dick was stiff as a board, and I wanted
to feel him inside of me.
I told him to close his eyes, put his head back and rinse his hair.  As
he did this, I quickly knelt down, and swallowed as much of his cock as I
could.  He stopped breathing for a second, and I felt his hands on my
head.  I pulled back, knowing he wanted me to fully take him down my
throat, which I was not going to do.  I stood back up, and told him, "You
will get yours later".  We got out of the shower, and dried ourselves
off.
I was done first, and was laying on the bed when he walked out of the
bathroom, his cock leading him the entire way.  I looked at him, and told
him "Colonel, you are going to fuck me, and your going to fuck me hard."
He tried to look dejected at that, but the smile broke thru, and he said
"Yes, Sergent, I am going to fuck you hard."  With that, he laid next to
me in bed, and made love to me.  As he entered me, He said "Im glad I
lost the bet",  and I replied "You have no idea how glad I am you lost
that bet too!"
We fucked for what seemed like hours, and I felt as full as ever with his
cock inside of me.  He changed his angle, and started battering my
prostate.  I could feel the sensations driving me wild each time he hit
it. Then, his body fragrance hit me, and it was like taking a hit of
Poppers.  I told him I was about to blow my load, and he just grunted out
"Do it, baby".  As I lay beneath him, shooting for what seemed like an
eternity, my ass muscles squeezing his cock, I could feel him start his
orgasm.  He pumped what seemed like a gallon into me, and kept pumping
after he had shot.  Soon his cum was leaking out of my hole, and I was
getting ready for another load to be shot from my own cock.  I grabbed a
pillow, and screamed into it as the cum burned from my balls up my cock
and splattered out onto my chest.  He dumped another load into me, and
finally stopped...
As we lay there, kissing each other, I looked up at him, and said
"Finally, Colonel, a weapon you and I both can handle at the same time".
He laughed, and I invited him back to the shower, and then to my house
for a barbeque.
After that, he became my star student, listening, and not being what I
called "Attitudinal" about his knowledge.  The other students in the
class wondered about our little test, and he just told them "I was wrong
about my abilities".
Until graduation from the school, he would come over, or invite me over
to his place, where we could really get some good "Instructions" going.
Wonder how many of his loads I took deep inside of me.  On the night
before graduation, he did something I will never forget.  As he was
fucking the cum out of me, he bent down, swallowed my load, and stopped
moving.  Then he came up, kissed me and shared my load with me, and then
whispered in my ear "I love you".
Then he made love to me.  We both cried our orgasms out, knowing it was
to be over tomorrow, as he had to leave to go back to his base.
The next day, at graduation, he got up in class, came up to me, and
hugged me publicly.  He told the class, that I had taught him more about
patience and humility, then even his father could.
Wonder where he is now.. and what hes been doing with himself.

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