Date: Wed, 12 May 1999 06:43:15 PDT
From: Patrick Negus <negus1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Major Sampson

Part 1

    Major Sampson tried to look calm.  In fact, he did look calm, as
always.  His 36-year-old body was in perfect shape and with his short
military haircut, he looked as manly and sexy as the finest leading man in
Hollywood.  But he was shaking.  Still reeling from the meeting he had with
Airman Thomas earlier that day.  The young airman was from Kentucky and as
back-woods as any troop he'd ever commanded.  This was a meeting the major
had dreaded for years and it finally arrived when he least expected it.
Thomas had made an appointment and after saluting sharply and reporting in,
the young man told his commanding officer what he saw the previous day in
the base gym.  He explained how he had gone in to workout after a late
shift and thought no one else was around.  That is until he heard what
sounded like moaning coming from the sauna.  When he peeked in, he said he
got sick to his stomach.  Two of his fellow airman, Tad Bryant and Sam
Young, were "going at it" as Amn Thomas explained.  Now the major was faced
with the toughest decision of his military career.  He understood the
"don't ask, don't tell, don't pursue" policy he operated under and was
disappointed that it didn't go far enough to ease restrictions.  But the
men had been caught "in the act", violating the policy, and his sworn duty
meant he had to confront them and remove the two young men from the
service.
    As he waited for Tad to enter, Major Thomas made his decision.  How
could he as a gay man himself punish these two kids and disgrace them for
life?  He decided he'd just talk to them each and warn them to be more
careful.  If this got out, his career would be over immediately.  Fags
weren't tolerated in the Air Force and if the general found out he didn't
start the discharge process, he'd never see his next promotion.
    Tad reported in and stood looking like a scared rabbit.  The major was
shaking lightly and his hands were clammy, but this kid was close to
passing out.  He was completely white and his whole body shook.
   "Please sit down Tad," the major tried to sound comforting.  "Do you
know why you're here?"
   "I-I th-think so si-sir."  Tad sputtered as he clumsily took a seat in
the hard wood chair centered in front of the major's stark desk.  Tad
started to whimper quietly.
   "Relax Tad, everything's going to be OK" the major promised.  "Do you
want something to drink?"
    Tad knew he couldn't speak without balling so he just wagged his head
"no."  Major Sampson's heart was torn but he felt relieved that he'd made
the right decision.  He also noticed Tad for the first time.  A scared
little boy no more than 18-years-old.  He was tall, blond and gorgeous, and
the tears rolling down his cheeks made Jarod Sampson want to reach out and
hold him.
    "Tad, I know you understand the policy about gays in the military."
Jarod felt tears of his own welling in his eyes.  "It's OK to be gay, as
long as you don't do anything.  That's the law and that's the rule we have
to operate under."
   "My mom's going to k-kill me." His words choked and he put his face in
his hands trying to conceal the worse pain he'd ever known.
   Jarod moved closer to Tad and put his hand on the young man's shoulder.
The electricity and warmth emanating from the boy so strong, that the major
caught his breath and felt a stir in his starched BDUs.
   "Please Tad, listen to me.  I understand what you're going through.  You
want to serve your country but you have to be true to yourself.  You can't
let this guilt consume you."  Tad looked up through streaming tears and
admitted "I thought I'd grow out of it, sir.  I wanted it to go away.  I
can't go home.  If my family finds out, I'd never be able to face them
again."  Tad's sobs grew violent, as the depth of his pain became outwardly
evident.
   Jarod got down on his knees in front of Tad and put his arms around him.
The airman stiffened, backing away from his commander embarrassed he'd
broken down in front of the strongest man and greatest leader he'd ever
met.  He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composer.  "I'm s-sorry
sir, I'll be OK."
   The major's strong hands cradled Tad's face and forced him to look in
his eyes.  Tad stared in disbelief as he realized that both were crying.
  "Tad, you're not the only gay man in the Air Force.  We'll get you though
this."  The smell of sweat and tears wafted from the trembling airman and
the major used his thumbs to wipe the wetness from his eyes.
    "You have to be strong Tad" Jarod gently rubbed Tad's neck "for
yourself, for Sam...for all of us."
    Jarod had intended to finish his speech.  He intended to send his
subordinate back to his dorm room with a three-day-pass.  He intended to do
the same for Sam.  He intended to convince Amn Thomas he hadn't seen what
he really saw.  He intended to make this all right.  He hadn't intended to
kiss Tad.  But there he was on his knees in front of this incredible
specimen with his tongue tasting the wet pain that had been flowing only
moments earlier.
    Major Sampson didn't know he was rock hard until he felt the young hand
find its intended target.  Tad's pain was replaced with a childish smile.
Jarod lifted him out of the chair and expertly unbuttoned Tad's BDU pants.
His cock stretched the white briefs and the small wet spot pointed toward
Jarod's face.  He grabbed the proud organ through the cotton cloth and
mixed the salty pre-cum with the salty tears already in his mouth.  Both
men trembled as the major lowered the airman's briefs exposing the
18-year-old, 8-inch cock.  The major took the boy in his mouth and lowered
himself slowly down his shaft as Tad both trembled with fear and moaned
with pleasure.  The motion began and picked up its pace as both men quickly
became lost in the lust-filled moment.  Jarod had never felt anything this
good, this right, and the stamina of the airmen prolonged their passion.
Airman Bryant met Major Sampson's bobbing with wild thrusts.  Just when he
thought this could continue for hours, his aching balls and euphoric state
won.  Tad's entire body became even more erect as he shot his load down his
commander's throat.  When he was sure there was nothing left to drink,
Jarod pulled off Tad and looked up at him.  Sweat had soaked his uniform
and his trembling had subsided.  Jarod stood and kissed his new lover
sharing remains of the sticky load with its source.
   Three-day-passes were handed out to all three of the men under his
command.  Amn Thomas was satisfied with the major's story about how he'd
mistaken innocent grab-assing for something more.  Especially when the
officer suggested his mistaken call could have been due to repressed sexual
feelings of his own and promised to let the whole thing go without sending
the misguided youth to a military shrink.
    As for Tad, Sam, and their new mentor...
 

Part 2

Major Sampson stood naked in front of his bathroom mirror, his dogtags
lying damp on the matted hair between his well-formed pecs.  He smiled as
he enjoyed the view.  He had to roll his eyes when he noticed his cock
start to swell.  It had a mind of it's own sometimes but then again, the
sight of Jarod Sampson's naked body would make even the straightest man
hard.

He neared the mirror to examine the bite mark he suffered the weekend
before and was relieved to see it was healing quite well.  In fact, if you
didn't know to look for it, you'd never realize.  He learned his lesson
that night.  The British boy must have been no older than 16 judging by the
size of his cock and amount of pubic hair.  Jarod had decided to face the
boy while fucking him so he'd have mental pictures to draw on later.  No
problem there, as soon as he entered the virgin boy's ass, his eyes grew
wild, he screamed and jumped up and bit him right below his left nipple
drawing blood.  Now there's something you'll never forget!  Before Jarod
could recover from the shock, the boy was half dressed and out the door.
The wound needed stitches but it would be hard to explain to a military
doctor how an Air Force major got bit there so he nursed it himself.

Jarod lifted his jock strap to his face and took a deep whiff.  It was
going on day 4 and was getting ripe with the smell of his morning crotch
and sweat but could hold out at least one more day before he washed it.
Besides, he loved the smell and it made his adrenalin start to flow in
preparation for his morning run.  He usually did 5 miles but he had to pick
up his new executive officer this morning so he hit the door and mentally
mapped a shorter route.

England was cold, wet, and miserable most days and this was no exception.
He was just in time to meet the morning formation from the Army unit that
shared the Royal Air Force base.  Since the wind was blowing harder than
most days, he fell in formation toward the rear and ran with the group of
well-conditioned enlisted men.  As they hit mile 2, the major could feel
his body getting into the groove as he slipped into an euphoric runner's
high.  His mind drifted back to the boy that left the mark on his chest.
He was really striking and Jarod tried to go slow but after licking his
smooth hairless anus for nearly 15 minutes, he couldn't control himself.
Jarod was making plans to try and find the boy again to apologize when he
realized the kid running next to him start to whimper and slow his pace.
Jarod slowed to see if he was OK when the unit's sergeant barked "YOU TWO
FAGGOTS GET BACK IN FORMATION!  I CAN'T STAND A COUPLE OF FUCKING
LIMP-WRISTED HOMOS - OH! SHIT!  UH.sorry major, I didn't see you join the
party."  Jarod looked as stern as he could while laughing his ass off
inside and said "It's OK sergeant!  I'll take care of your troop here.  You
go on with the others."  Yes sirs and a sharp salute followed as the two
were left alone.

"You OK son?"  The major was starting to show real concern as the young
man's breathing labored.

"Yes.." sucking air "..sir.."  more air "I have.."

"Asthma?" Jarod finished the sentence while noticing the strong facial
features, steel blue eyes, and toned muscles on his catch.

The kid shook his head and crouched down trying to slow his breathing.

"Come on, let's get inside and get you back to normal."  Jarod lifted the
soldier and without even grunting had the 6 foot 1, 185 pound military hunk
in a rescue position so quickly it seemed like he did it every day.

"I'm Major Jarod Sampson.  My office is right over there and I have an
aspirator handy in my desk.  I'm asthmatic as well."  The major's strides
were strong and sure and he reached the office in no time.

"Tommy" whispered the soldier.  When he had more air he added "Specialist
Thompson."

"Glad to meet you Specialist Tommy Thompson.  Welcome to my office."  He
reached in his desk and tossed Tommy the aspirator.

Two quick shots, a shake, and two more sucks caused the concern to leave
the soldiers face.  Jarod grabbed two towels from a cabinet, threw one to
Tommy, then removed his wet shirt and hung it over a warming radiator.

"Give me yours and I'll have it dry in no time" offered the officer.

"Yeah..uh.ok" then "I mean, yes sir!"

"Relax!  You don't need to waste your breath on that.  Let's drop the
formalities for now.  Just while you're in my office recovering.  OK?"

"Yes sir" returned Tommy as his removed his shirt exposing the most
beautiful chest and abs Jarod had seen in months.

Jarod grabbed a chair and sat inches from the boy.  "You feeling better?"

"Yeah.lots.  Thanks for helping me out.  I usually have my aspirator with
me but I must have dropped it or something."

Remembering his appointment at the airport, the major grabbed the phone and
dialed the first shirt.  "James, Major Sampson here.  Something's come up.
I know he's a zoomie fresh out of the academy, but could you pick up Lt
Meyers at 10 hundred hours from the airport?" pause "Great!  Thanks!  And
try not to scare him too much!  Bye."

"Can I ask you a personal question sir?"  The boy was looking angelic yet
rugged with mussed hair and a ripped chest.

"Sure, shoot."

"Well, two questions really.  You said you're asthmatic too?"

"Yep, since about age 11.  It's under control now.  I rarely have to use
those things any more."

"Oh, OK.  Thanks."  The soldier looked at the major trying to read
something, paused then proceeded with the second question.  "Is that a.uh.a
bite mark on your chest?"

The major turned pale.  He hadn't realized that with the physical exertion
his mark would stand out more.  "Yeah.uh it is.  Just a war wound" he
joked.

"Just that there's a friend of mine who warned me about a . certain person
. who entices men to sleep with . uh. this certain person.and right before
they do it, this uh . certain person bites the shit out of their chest.  I
wonder if that's a local custom here?"

"I hope not!"  Jarod cleared his throat and noticed Tommy's nipples were
starting to get erect "What does this, uh, certain person, look like?"

"Well, my friend says he's.I mean my friend.he's in town right?  And he
picks up this person at a pub.  And he says .the person.is kind of short,
young, very smooth."  Tommy quickly looked away and cursed himself for
almost fucking up.  What if he were wrong about the major?  His gaydar
never seemed to work right.

Jarod placed his hand on the boy's leg.  His gayday was working perfectly.
"Thanks for the info.  I'll be more careful next time."  Then he added
pointing to a door at the rear of his office.  "I have a personal shower in
the other room there.  We should get out of these clothes and let them dry
while we wash up."

Tommy smiled and said "Yeah, that's a great idea!"

Sampson stood and removed his shorts exposing his 5-day jock strap
restraining a man-sized bulge.  Tommy noticed that for an old guy, he was
in great shape.  He stood and removed his own shorts and jock in one
movement allowing his semi-erect cock to flop between his 20-something year
old legs.  The thick 6 inches swayed between his legs as the major licked
his lips and removed his own jock.  Now it was Tommy's turn to moisten his
lips as he saw the huge monster that leapt out and bobbed in front of the
major's hard body.  "I can't be wrong now," thought Tommy as he boldly
walked toward the major allowing their cocks to touch.  Tommy decided rank
had its privileges so he got on his knees and admired the major's manhood.
He slowly licked the head and tasted the locker room as his lips parted and
engulfed half of Jarod's cock.  He backed off slightly then slowly inched
it into his throat.  This was only the 3rd cock Tommy had sucked but he had
an older cousin who helped him learn how to do it right one summer so his
technique was unmatched in a 21 year old.  Major Sampson was in heaven as
his cocksucker reached around and parted his ass-cheeks.  Jarod moved his
legs and reached around to help clear the way.  Tommy was able to put the
entire cock down his throat and he held it there as he fished for the
major's asshole.  When he found his prize, he pushed in his index finger
and leaned ever further into the major's hard abdomen.  The major grew
frenetic as his ecstasy drove him over the edge, he started bucking hoping
this boy would move his mouth and relieve his full nuts of their content.
Tommy obliged and began to meet the bucking and ride the major.  His finger
dug in deeper and made room for a second as Jarod moaned his approval.  A
strand of pre-cum drooled from Tommy's cock as he became lost in this man's
body.  The smooth, long cock slid in and out of his throat as saliva and
cock juice flowed from the sides of his mouth down his chin and onto the
floor.  With his free hand, Tommy reached up and squeezed the major's left
nipple.  Jarod couldn't hold out much longer.  He quickened his pumping and
grabbed Tommy by the back of his head pulling him in as his balls
tightened.  The first shot of cum nearly choked the soldier but he quickly
controlled his gag reflex and started to swallow.  The rest filled him up
as he tasted the warm, slightly salty jizz pass through his mouth and down
his throat.  He sucked until the major removed his hand, then Tommy slowly
eased his fingers out of the officer's ass.

"Looks like you could use some relief soldier!"  The major was motioning
toward Tommy's fully erect, 8- inch cock standing proud with pre-cum
soaking it's head.

"Yes sir I sure could!"  Tommy wiped the remnants of cum from his face and
kissed the major.  They stood embracing one another exploring each other's
mouth.  Jarod could taste his cum and smell his dirty jock as he sucked the
boy's mouth.  He moved to his earlobe, nibbled it gently and whispered
"Fuck me Tommy."  Tommy looked around unsure where to do it when the major
grabbed his hand and led him to the back room.  Not only was there a
shower, but a wet-bar and a sofa.  "Fucking officers" thought Tommy but his
eyes smiled devilishly.  Jarod led him to the couch, sat him down, and
started kissing him again.  He two men were passionate together neither
eager for the moment to end.  Finally, Jarod laid back and lifted his legs
exposing his muscular ass and puckered hole.  Tommy couldn't resist and
lowered his mouth so he could tongue his fuck hole and prepare it for his
cock.  Despite the hair surrounding his target, the anus itself was smooth
and tasty.  Tommy licked and probed.  He pushed his tongue in as far as it
would stretch and rimmed the elastic walls.  When his dick felt like it
would burst, he finally eased up leaving as much saliva as possible, took
the major's balls in his mouth, then his cock one last time for good
measure, and raised himself to where his own cock was pointing at the brown
hole.  He smiled down at the officer and pressed forward.  He paused
slightly as the vision of the boy jumping up and taking a chunk from his
chest crossed his mind, then relaxed and continued inserting his hard cock
into this superior officer.  Major Sampson didn't even flinch as Specialist
Thompson's pubic hair matted against the balls he'd sucked moments earlier.
He almost came just from the sensation but was able to draw himself back
from the edge and he started slowly pumping.  He rested his arms on the
sofa next to the major and leaned down to kiss the lips he's made love to
earlier.  Major Sampson notices a slight wheeze returning from the boy and
knew he'd better help this along.  He reached up and took the boys nipples
between the thumb and middle finger of both hands as he felt the man-sized
cock grow and slide inside his guts.  Tommy closed his eyes and rode the
major while sweat flowed off both men and soaked the couch.  He started to
shudder and his thrusts became less rhythmic.  Jarod squeezed his legs
around Tommy and pulled him close as the boy shot his load deep inside him
continuing to shake spastically until all his cum had splashed the majors
intestines.

The men kissed tenderly while they caught their breath.  Tommy slowly
withdrew and the major led them to the shower.

"If I didn't have work to do, I'd stay here all day" Tommy finally
mentioned while covered with soap and sliding his body against Jarod's in
the shower.

"I'm free this Sunday" offered Jarod.  "We could get a drink in town and go
back to my place.  Bring your friend.  The one with the matching teeth
marks and we can compare war stories."

"It's a deal.  We'll meet you at the `Oblivion' in town at 7."

Jarod Sampson finished washing, dressed, said good-bye to his new lover,
and prepared to meet his new executive officer.  He had fond memories of
the Air Force Academy and hoped the new LT had shared some of his
experiences.  His cock stiffened at the thought.


Part 3

Jarod closed his eyes and relaxed.  He slowed his breathing and became
one with his surroundings.  The footsteps became louder as Major
Sampson pressed his muscular form into the leaves trying to stifle the
sound of his heartbeat and disappear into the earth.  As the lack of oxygen
started to affect his clarity, Jarod thought back to the meeting he had with
Major General Jameson this morning.

It seemed like years ago but it couldn't have been more than 12 hours
earlier.  The general had just finished congratulating Sampson.  The Lt
Col's list had just been released.  Jarod had a line number less than a
hundred which meant he'd pin on within the first couple months of the
year long promotion cycle.  It seemed ironic to Jarod now.  He thought
he'd never see O-5.  Single military officers were usually weeded out.
Even if they weren't gay, they just weren't worth the "two for one" deal
the military got when they promoted a "normal", married man.  Jarod
didn't have a wife who could run the Officer's Wives club.  His last lover
was 22 and had an 8-inch cock.  While the sex was incredible, the kid
wasn't exactly spouse material and if he showed up arm-in-arm with Jarod
at the next official function, they'd have to redefine the term "Dining
Out."

The thought of not making it back to see the silver oak leaf pinned on his
uniform started to take hold.  He'd probably get the promotion
posthumously.  The image inspired the major to sharpen his senses and
think.

The Serbian guard paused long enough to cause Jarod's heart to skip a
beat.  The missile flew past his head and landed inches from his cheek.
Jarod hoped the glow from the cigarette hadn't given his position away.
The camouflaged battle dress uniform and the war paint helped him blend
in.  The guard turned slightly and stood still.  The major was primed to
defend himself when the distinctive sound of piss hitting the leaves
followed by the smell of recycled European beer put a smile on Jarod's
face.  His first smile in hours.  He continued to smile as he wondered what
the uncircumcised cock looked like.  Jarod had a pretty good idea and he
fought the urge to peek.

The footsteps grew faint as the guard returned to his post.  Jarod had to act
soon or the young Marine captured earlier would be moved to a more
secure location.  General Jameson had selected Jarod by-name for this
mission.  Not because he had been in the general's line-of-sight earlier, but
because Jarod Sampson was the finest search and rescue man in the Air
Force.  The public would never know what he did during Desert Storm,
but General Jameson knew first hand about Jarod's talents.  Of course his
superior officer would never know some of Jarod's more popular talents.
At least not today.

If you knew what he was doing, and strained your eyes, you might be able
to pick up a slight movement in the darkness.  If you were drunk and had
just lit your eleventh cigarette, your throat would be slit before you even
knew he was on you.  The guard suffered the latter fate.  His body went
limp immediately and Jarod lowered him to the ground without making
the slightest sound.  There were two other men guarding the young
serviceman.  Both were inside with their bound prize.  They were sharper
than the dead guard had been, but their future was equally grim.

Jarod could here the Marine whimpering slightly.  The thought of a brave
young American subjected to torture and humiliation infuriated Jarod.  He
hatched a plan to separate the two men and take them out one at a time.
The major crouched down in the shadows and started to groan loudly.  He
then tightened his diaphragm and started to hurl.  He was sweating.  He
knew how important it was that the guards buy his scheme.  He hurled
again, this time bringing up his lunch and spewing it all over the path by
his feet.  Success.  He moved like a lynx in the shadows and prepared for
phase 2.

The guards were laughing at their comrade.  It was obvious they knew his
previously drunken state and the younger one was sent out with a cup of
coffee to help the drunk shape up.  The words were foreign but given the
context, Jarod knew the younger Serb had just insulted the dead man's
mother and questioned his manhood and probably pointed out that his dick
was the size of a hummingbird's.  Just what the major needed.  A cocky,
young fuck with no clue to what was about to happen.  Jarod was on his
back like a horny top inserting his weapon into the guards neck in one
smooth move.  He was dead before he could think to scream.  Two down.

Jarod knew the last would be easy.  It's not hard to kill a single man when
he's a sitting target unaware that the toughest officer in the United States
Air Force had just off'd his buddies.  Jarod quietly screwed the silencer on
his 9mm pistol.  He had a clear shot through an open window.  Major
Sampson sighed, wishing it wasn't so easy, then he pulled the trigger.

As he reached the young Marine, Jarod could see why he was moaning.
His arms were tied behind his back with a pole inserted under his arms
horizontally.  The pole had ropes anchored to each end which had in-turn
been tied to a beam overhead.  He had been lifted by the pole to the point
where his toes barely touched the ground.  The effect was unnerving.
Tears streamed from the boy's eyes and blood tricked from his mouth
where he had bit his tongue to make the pain in his arms bearable.

Jarod wrapped his arms around the kid and lifted him up to relieve the
pain.  The enlisted man went limp while the officer slid the pole out from
under his arms and discarded it on the floor.

Time was precious.  Jarod had to get the young man out of the small
compound, signal the helicopter, and get to the pre-determined pick-up
point before anyone knew he had even been there.  Before he could start
though, he had to quickly assess the Marine's condition.  He turned the
young man around and noticed for the first time his Hispanic good looks.
The serviceman looked up toward his savior and smiled faintly as his eyes
rolled back.  Major Sampson wiped the dirt from the young man's face
and was taken aback when he realized he'd seen this kid before.  He
searched his memory drawing a blank.  He tried to imagine what this kid
would look like with a smile, and life surging through his now ashen skin.

It hit him as soon as the Marine's eyes re-opened.  Jarod had been at the
base library two weeks earlier.  It was the best place for gay sex at the
German air base.  The last time Major Sampson had seen this boy, he was
staring at the kid's black curly pubic hair as the Marine fed the Major his
cock.  The enlisted man had been kind enough to drained Jarod's dick
first.  The memory made Jarod's cock stir, even in the middle of a war
zone.  The kid had been hot and Jarod had let him fuck his mouth for
nearly 30 minutes before inserting his finger into his smooth ass causing
his cock to swell and his nuts to empty Hispanic juice down Sampson's
throat.

Corporal Gomez blinked hard and recognized his rescuer from the
encounter.  Jarod lifted the boy in his arms and placed his lips on the
cracked and broken lips that had once been supple when they had wrapped
around the major's own cock.  Gomez knew he was safe and fell into
unconsciousness.

The Marine woke up with his head resting on a soft pillow at the military
hospital at Ramstein Air Base.  He looked over and saw Major General
Jameson standing next to the man who saved his life.  An Air Force
Major, a great American warrior hero, and the best cocksucker he'd ever
met.  As Jarod pinned the Purple Heart on Corporal Gomez, they
exchanged a private smile.  Both made mental notes to pick up a new
library book soon.