Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 17:45:33 -0400
From: John Smith <madeithome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Military Encounter #8; Encounter in Amarillo

     This is a continuation of the unrelated series of stories based on
locations where I actually was stationed during my military career. The
stories are purely fictional. Unless otherwise indicated, the events never
happened. Althought some of the sex is true, it did not happen at the time
period indicated in the story. The characters, with a few exceptions do not
exist. I have used the names of some guys I actually knew (and MAY have even
fantasized about). However, I have absolutely no reason to suspect they are
now, or ever were gay, bi, or ever even thought about sex with another guy.
     Since this is fiction, safe sex is not always used...But this is
FICTION! In real life, I ALWAYS practice safe sex with my partners. I
sincerely urge everyone to follow those practices.
     This story contains detailed descriptions of sex between guys of
varying ages. If you are offended by this type story, please do not read it.
Otherwise, hope you enjoy it.

Military Encounters #8; Encounter in Amarillo Part One

     The year was 1965. My name is Gordon Summers. Back then, I was a 23
year old just-promoted Staff Sergeant. I stood 5' 9" and weighed 145 lbs. I
had sun bleached blonde hair and blue eyes. I had been a swimmer in high
school and I still had the lean, but toned body.

     I was attending the Administrative Services Tech School at Amarillo
AFB, in the Texas Panhandle town of the same name. This part of Texas was so
open and flat, the locals claimed that if a Jackrabbit stood up on his hind
legs within a fifty mile radius, you could spot him! That wasn't THAT much
of an exaggeration.

     One of the perks of being an NCO, was that I was assigned a private
room. It was a nice change from the open bay barracks of basic, and even the
two man rooms of an Airman First Class (a three-striper in those days. Now
this rank is called 'Sergeant').

     Weekdays were spent in the classroom studying the administrative
manuals and the everyday process of operating a Base Admin Center. There
were about thirty guys in my particular class, ranging in rank from Airman
Third Class Class (One stripers fresh from basic training in San Antonio) to
Master Sergeant (six striped old timers cross training into this field).

     I had become friends with several of my classmates over the past two
weeks and we enjoyed spending time together at the NCO Club. There isn't a
Hell of a lot to do in 'Armadillo' as we refered to this dry desert city.

     There was one young airman in our class who always seemed to keep to
himself. None of the other guys would invite him to join us. I asked some of
the guys about him and was told that rumor had it he was gay.

     Now, this was back before "Don't Ask...Don't Tell" days. Being gay
meant instant Bad Conduct Discharge, or...best scenario...a General
Discharge. There were plenty of gays in the military, but they were very
careful not to be 'outed'.

     I had never done anything with another guy...well, except for one or
two jack-off sessions when I was about 12. Still, I was not homophobic, I
had just not thought about it much.

     As the days passed, I felt sorry for this guy. I learned his name was
Phillip Bates. He was an Airman First Class, so he had been in The Air Force
a couple of years anyway. He was small...maybe 5" 6" and 135 lbs. He had
dark brown hair and very sad brown eyes. He looked very lonely, always
sitting by himself and never seeming to get involved in the banter among
classmates during breaks.

     One day, I decided to at least speak to him. We were on lunch break and
had an hour. Usually we would go to the Base Exchange Cafeteria to eat,
since it was close to the school.

     After going thru the line and paying the cashier, I saw Bates sitting
in a booth...alone as usual. I went over and stopped by the table. "Hey!
Mind if I join you?"

     He looked up, startled then stammered "Uhh...S...Sure...I guess so."

     I introduced myself and said "You looked like you could use a friend."

     He looked at me and said "Did the other guys send you over here to put
me down. Are you here to give me more shit? If so, I don't need any more
than I already have!" His voice sounded bitter, full of anger.

     "Whoa, Bates" I replied. "Take it easy. If you'd rather, I'll sit
somewhere else. I was serious when I said you looked like you could use a
friend."

     He exhaled deeply and said "Sorry...I didn't mean to sound so hostile.
It's just that I'm used to being the butt of everbody's jokes. Please...I
WOULD like some company...and a friend."

     We ate our meals and talked a little. It turned out that he was 22
years old and was from Lexington, Kentucky. He sounded like he had a lot of
pent up frustration. I felt myself being drawn closer to this young guy who
seemed very friendly.

     "You must have heard what everyone says about me...That I'm a fag...A
Queer!" He said in a trembling voice. "Why do you want to risk getting them
pissed off at you by hanging around me?"

     "Personally, I don't give a shit WHAT they say about you" I told him.
"Your life is your own business. I haven't seen you do anything to harm
anyone!"

     "It doesn't bother you that I MIGHT be...what they say?" He asked.

     I smiled and said "Not if it doesn't bother YOU Bates. Hey...What do
you like to be called anyway...Bates sounds too formal."

     He smiled for the first time since I'd known him. "Phil" He said and
extended his hand.

     "Nice to meet you Phil" I said taking his hand "Call me Gordon...or
Gordie"

     Our handshake lasted longer than usual. Phil seemed reluctant to let
go. His hand squeezed mine firmly. He seemed to realize and quickly released
my hand looking around to see if anyone noticed.

     "Relax Phil" I laughed. "I think we're going to get along fine. We'll
have to get together and have a beer or something."

     "That'd be great" He said perking up. "I just don't want to cause you
any grief."

     "Forget that crap" I told him. "Why don't we meet at the Club tonight
for a couple of brews and shoot the shit a little."

     He looked me straight in the eyes as if trying to decide if I were
serious. Finally he said "I'd like that and...Gordon...Thank you!"

     "My pleasure" I replied. "Hey! We'd better head back to class or we're
gonna be late."

     We walked the three blocks together chatting easily. I noticed a few of
my friends were giving us rather strange looks, but I ignored them. When we
got back in class, I sat with Phil. This brought on whispers from some of
the others.

     After class, I headed back to my room. On the way, I was intercepted by
a couple of the guys I hung out with regularly...George Webber and Jeff
Bowers, fellow SSGTs.

     "What's with this 'buddy-buddy' act with the fag Summers" George said
sarcastically? You ain't turning Queer on us are you?"

     "Fuck you Webber!" I retorted. "He's a nice kid who just needs a
friend!"

     "Yeah...We know what kind of a friend he wants" Jeff said. "Better
watch out or you'll find yourself bent over and taking it up the ass!" Both
guys laughed at the comment.

     I'd had enough. I grabbed Bowers by the front of his fatigue shirt and
pulled him nose to nose.

     "One more crack and you'll find my boot up your fuckin' ass!" I
growled.

     "Hey man" He stuttered "I was only jokin'."

     "Yeah Summers" George added "Don't get your shorts in a bind."

     "Just knock off with the fag jokes about Bates!" I said looking at
Webber while shoving Bowers roughly away. "Am I clear?"

     "Sure, Sure Gordie. No need to get pissed" George said. The two headed
off muttering to themselves. I realized I was furious. That was not my
style, especially since I wasn't the muscle bound tough guy I had just
sounded like. I had to laugh at myself as I headed to my room to get a quick
shower.

     The Club was pretty crowded, as usual. Guys were bellied up to the bar
telling dirty jokes and challenging each other's family heritage. The noise
was almost deafning. I shouldered my way between a couple of guys in a
discussion about whether the sexy waitress would put out or not. I ordered a
beer and looked around for Bates.

     Not seeing him, I saw a table open up and quickly grabbed it before
anyone else could beat me to it. I sat nursing my beer for about fifteen
minutes, when I saw Phil enter the bar.

     He looked around nervously, finally noticing my wave. He came over and
sat down on the opposite side of the table. We had to shout to be heard over
the crowd.

    "How 'bout that beer" I yelled.

     He nodded his head as he looked around. He still seemed like he was
expecting to be confronted by hecklers at anymoment.

     I caught the waitress's eye and signaled for two more beers. When they
arrived, Phil took a big swallow. After draining about half his beer, he
seemed to relax a little.

     We drank a couple more beers and tried to carry on a conversation, but
were fighting a losing battle with the crowd noise.

     Finally I leaned over and shouted "Why don't we get out of here and
find a quieter place?" Phil nodded and we got up and walked outside.

     "How 'bout stopping by my place Phil?" I asked "There's cold beer in
the fridge and we can talk in a normal voice."

     He looked a little unsure, but I insisted. Finally he agreed and we
headed for my room.

     When we were seated comfortably in the refreshing quiet and each had a
cold beer Phil looked at me and asked "Sure you're not afraid to be alone in
the same room with the 'Class Queer'?"

     "Phil, I like being around you" I told him. "I wish you'd just relax
and stop worrying."

     He sighed and softly said "Would you feel any different...If the rumors
weren't exactly...Untrue?"

     He had refered to his rumored lifestyle so much, I decided to see if he
wanted to talk about it.

     "Well...How true ARE the rumors?" I asked. "If you feel like talking
about it, I promise you it won't go beyond this room."

     Phil stared at the bottle in his hand for a long time in silence.
Finally he let out a deep breath and looked up at me.

     "I've never done anything...at least not anything big, since I've been
in the Air Force. But I...I had done some things when I was in high school.
Then, when I was in basic training, I became close friends with another guy.
He...Uh...One time in the showers he sorta made a move on me."

     I could see this wasn't easy for him, so I tried to assure him "Those
things happen Phil. Go on."

     "Well...We were the only ones in the shower at the time. I saw his dick
was hard and he saw me looking. He...He reached over and put his hand on my
dick. It had been so long for me...I couldn't help it...I got hard
instantly."

     I felt my own cock jerk in my pants. Phil's story was getting to me and
I was surprised at how I was reacting to it.

     "What happened then" I asked, a little huskily.

     "We...jacked each other off" He admitted. "Just as we finished, some
other guys came in. We barely managed to move apart, but I guess the others
had an idea what we'd been up to. They made jokes about it to the rest of
the barracks and the two of us were harassed the rest of basic."

     "I don't see why that should be a problem now" I said. "That was a
couple of years ago."

     Phil swallowed the last of his beer before continuing.

     "One of the guys in basic with me is here at school. He told a few guys
that I was a fag and they told others, until now the whole class has heard
the rumor."

     Now I understood why he kept to himself. He had been hounded so long,
he had built a wall around himself.

     "What have you done about your...Feelings. Have you had ANY other..." I
searched for the right word.

     "You mean have I been with any other guys ?" He finished the question.
I nodded silently.

     "Did you mean what you said...about it not going beyond this room?"
Phil asked softly.

     "You can trust me" I said. "It stays between us."

     "Well...Yes...I've met a couple of guys off base the past few months.
One in a theater...He actually sucked my dick. The other I met in a club
downtown...in the restroom. He was married and his wife was waiting. He
jacked me off in a stall."

     My cock was rock hard and was protesting the tight confines of my
trousers. I got up to get us another beer and Phil saw me adjust my boner.

     When I handed him his beer, he looked at my crotch and licked his lips.
"I see you aren't exactly turned off at what I've said" He remarked.

     "I'm not sure why, but your story got me hot. I've never even thought
about sex with another guy."

     "Are you thinking about it now?" Phil asked.

     "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't" I confessed. "I have to admit, I'm
curious how it would be."

     "Would you...like to find out?" Phil asked in a husky voice.

     "I don't know" I admitted truthfully. "It's all hitting me so
suddenly."

     "I'd really like to...To show you" Phil said softly. "Why don't we
leave it at that for now? Think it over. If you decide you'd like to try it,
let me know?"

     "OK. You've got a deal!" I answered.

     It was getting late, so Phil got up to leave. At the door he turned to
me and said "I hope you won't be angry with me for this, if you decide
against trying anything. I really like you as a friend."

     "My decision won't affect our friendship" I assured him. "I like you as
a friend also and that won't change. See you in class tomorrow."

     I didn't sleep well that night. Visions of Phil naked kept running
through my mind. I jacked off thinking about what it would feel like to have
his mouth on my dick or...better yet...What would it feel like to suck his
cock? I had no idea what he looked like naked. How big was his dick? Was he
cut, like me, or uncut. I was about 6 inches hard and about 1 1/2 inches
thick. How big was Phil?

     By the next morning I hadn't made up my mind; I wanted to find out what
it would be like, but I wasn't sure if I had the guts to go thru with it! I
headed for class, wondering what to tell Phil.

     We didn't get a chance to talk until we broke for lunch. After we had
found a table that was somewhat isolated, I took a deep breath.

     "Phil" I began hesitantly. "About last night...I've been thinking about
what you said all night and all day today."

     "Have you made a decision?" He asked.

     "Well...Actually...I think I JUST made it!" I said, a little surprised
myself.

     "And what did you decide" Phil asked cautiously.

     "I...I think I'd like to try it!" I blurted "But I don't know what to
do...I've never done anything...Err, Anything like this!"

     He looked excited. "Don't worry Gordon...I'll take care of everything!
You can just lay back and relax! Would you like to try for tonight?"

     I decided I'd better not delay, or I might chicken out so I said "I
g...guess so. About 8 o'clock?"

     I'll be there!" He said grinning "And Gordon....?"

     "Yeah?"

     "Don't worry...You'll LOVE it!" He said with a gleam in his eye.

     I sat with a hard on thru the rest of the day's classes. I had to hold
my books in front to hide my hard on until I could get it under control.

     That evening, I took a long shower scrubbing every nook and cranny of
my body. I avoided handling my cock too much. I was afraid if I touched it,
I would bust a nut.

     I put on a pair of casual shorts, deciding at the last second against
wearing any underwear. I slipped an old T-Shirt on and waited for 8 O'clock
to arrive.

     By the time I heard Phil knock on the door, I was a nervous wreck. When
I opened the door, he could see my agitated state and immediately tried to
calm me down.

     "Boy, you look tight as a drum" He said. "Why don't we have a couple of
beers to relax." He held up a six pack.

     He was also dressed in a pair of running shorts and a T-Shirt. His legs
were nicely shaped and toned. The T-Shirt fit tight and I could see he
wasn't muscular but just had a firm chest and flat stomach, with a narrow
waist. He was wearing a pair of sandals.

     We sat down on the couch and drank our beers. I was gulping mine down
and got a second one, finishing it at the same time Phil finished his first.
By the time I had finished my second and was working on my third, I was
beginning to loosen up.

     Phil had kept the conversation neutral, not wanting to make me any more
nervous than I already was. When he saw I was feeling the beers, he said
"I'm really glad you decided you wanted to try something with me. I've been
thinking about this since you first sat down at my table the other day."

     "It wasn't easy" I muttered "I never thought I'd even consider it."

     "So you were serious?" Phil asked. "You've really never been with
another guy?"

     "Nope!" I said "Never. What do we do?"

     Phil slid over closer on the couch until we were touching from hip to
knee. He put an arm behind my shoulder, on top of the couch. He dropped his
other hand onto my bare knee and rubbed gently.

     "We just let things happen as they may" He whispered. "Whatever feels
right. I want you to let me take care of you this time. If you like what
happens, we can do more next time OK?"

     "O..OK" I stammered, very aware of the heat generated by his hand.

     Phil moved his hand up my leg slowly, squeezing and caressing lightly.
He watched me closely to guage my feelings and determine just how fast to
move.

     "Mmmmmmm" I sighed.

     "Does that feel allright?" He asked.

     I let my head fall back against his arm and closed my eyes.
"Yessss...Feels...Good!"

     When his hand reached the bottom of my shorts, I opened my eyes and
looked down at his hand. The critical moment was near. In another few
seconds, his hand would contact my dick. If I didn't want to go thru with
this, NOW was the time to stop him. I turned my head and looked at him,
licking my lips nervously.

     Phil hesitated as he returned my gaze "OK?" He asked, looking for the
go-ahead.

     I swallowed and nodded my head, then closed my eyes again.

     I felt his hand reach the juncture of my thighs and my torso. I knew he
could feel my erection against the back of his hand. His fingers squeezed a
few more times, then moved to cover the obvious bulge.

     As his fingers kneaded the hardness he found there, he had to know I
didn't have underware on.

     "Ahhhhhh, Gordon" He whispered in my ear "That feels n-i-i-i-c-e!"

     I groaned as he cupped my balls thru the cloth covering. I was on fire
with new feelings I had never felt before.

     "Oooooooooh...Yessss!" I gasped.

     Phil moved to grasp the outline of my dick and gently squeezed, making
me squirm on the couch.

     "You like that Gordie" He said hoarsely. "Do you like the feeling of my
hand on your cock?"

     "Yessssssss" I moaned. "I never...I...Never..."

     My voice trailed off as he moved his hand to unbutton my shorts. When I
heard the sound of my zipper being opened, I drew in a deep breath thru
clenched teeth.

     Phil pressed his open mouth to the side of my neck as he reached his
hand into my shorts and closed it around the shaft of my rigid cock.

     "Ohhhhhhh God...Oh God!" I gasped at the shock. It never felt like this
to my own hand. The realization hit me; "That's another guy's hand stroking
my dick...And I'm loving it!"

     Phil continued caressing my dick thru the open fly of my shorts. When
he moved his hand down to my balls, I lifted my hips off the couch to allow
more access.

     The palm of his hand continued to rub my cock, while he used the tips
of his fingers to foldle my balls. My hips started moving on their own.

     After a few more minutes of this sweet torture, Phil moved over to
kneel between my legs. "Raise your hips Gordie" he said urgently, reaching
for the legs of my shorts.

     My hips came up and he pulled the shorts down to my knees. He moved
back a little to allow room to slide them to my ankles and off, leaving me
naked from the waist down. My throbbing dick was bouncing on my stomach as
he took a moment to admire it.

     "God Gordie...Your cock is gorgeous" He murmured "I love the size and
shape of it!"

     "Oh God Phil...I'm hotter than I've ever been!" I groaned "Show
me...Show me what I've been missing! I pulled my shirt over my head leaving
me totally naked."

     Phil moved in close and licked my balls, running his tongue all around
the wrinkled sac, then taking it into his hot mouth.

     "Ooooooooooh...Yesssssss!" I gasped arching my hips into the air. "No
one has EVER done that to me!"

     He sucked on my balls, rolling them around on his tongue. His hands
were on either side of my throbbing dick, his fingers moving thru my pubic
hair.

     When he had thoroughly bathed my scrotum with his saliva, he ran his
tongue over the center of the sac, then up the shaft of my dick. He braced
the rigid pole against the palm of his open hand while he nibbled and sucked
that tender spot where the soft crown joins the shaft.

     I was out of my mind with erotic pleasure. I rolled my hips pushing my
groin tighter against his hungry mouth. My mouth was open in a silent
scream, my body rigid and trembling.

     Phil took the head of my leaking dick in his hot mouth and swirled his
tongue around the sensitive tip.

     He took his mouth off long enought to say "Mmmmm, your pre cum tastes
sweet. I'm going to suck you now Gordie...I'm gonna make you cum like you
never did before...Enjoy!"

     Taking my balls in one hand to play with, he swallowed my cock
completely. I could feel his nose nuzzling my pubes and his tongue caressing
the underside of my shaft.

     "Ohhhhh Yesssss Phil...Suck my cock...It's all yours...Suck me!" I was
babbling.

     He began bobbing up and down on the entire length of my dick. My hips
were thrusting uncontrollably. His hot mouth was like velvet as he sucked me
with increasing speed. His hand squeezed and rolled my balls in sync with
his mouth.

     I felt my balls draw up and a tingle started telling me that I was
going to cum. I wanted to warn Phil.

     "Oh...Oh God...Oh God...Phil!" I screamed "I'm gonna cum...I can't hold
back...Watch out...Here it comes...Now Phil...NOW!"

     As I felt my climax roar thru my cock, I arched my back and stiffened.
Phil jammed his mouth down to the base of my pole.

     When he felt my cock jerk, then start to spurt, he rapidly bobbed his
mouth back and forth. The feeling was unbelievably erotic!

     "Agggggghhhhhh...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...Unnngh...Unnngh...Unnngh!"
I cried out as my cum blasted out in powerful spurts. He had been right...I
had NEVER cum like THAT!

     I was surprised Phil hadn't pulled off, but had kept sucking and had
actually SWALLOWED my cum! I didn't know he would do that!

     When I finally stopped cumming I flopped back on the couch. Phil stood
up and dropped his shorts and briefs.

     I got my first look at his cock...And I liked what I saw. It was also
cut and just about the same size and thickness as mine. He had a thick bush
of pubic hair above the base, but his balls were almost hairless. They were
drawn up tight against the base of his dick.

     "Oh Gordie...I've gotta cum!" He gasped as he frantically stroked his
cock until his cum erupted in a geyser, puddling on my belly and pubic hair.
His climax was almost as spectacular as mine had been.

     When he stopped spurting, he was embarassed and quickly said "Oh God
Gordie...I'm sorry! I hope I didn't gross you out by cumming all over
you...I just couldn't help it!"

     "That's OK" I laughed "I thought it was hot! I wanted you to get off
too." Don't worry...It washes off."

     He yanked his shirt over his head. His body was almost hairless and
looked so damn sexy I almost wanted to...What? I wanted to...To KISS him...I
actually wanted to kiss another guy! I held off, however, not knowing the
extent of his likes and dislikes. I hoped to have more chances to discover
those.

     We hopped in the shower and washed off the cum and sweat. Phil was very
much in favor of close bodily contact. He put his arms around me and
whispered in my ear "Gordie, that was wonderful. I loved the taste of your
cock!"

     "I loved the feel of your mouth on me Phil. You drove me up the wall
sucking me. That was my first blow job, and I'll never forget it."

     "Mmmmmmmm, good" He said "I hope it won't be your last!"

     "Not as long as you're around" I laughed. "Next time I want to taste
YOU!. I want you to teach me everythig there is about this kind of
pleasure!"

     "You got yourself a deal...AND a partner...for as long as you want me!"

     Phil left shortly after. We made plans for the coming weekend. It was
going to be a blast!.

End Of Military Encounters #8; Encounter In Amarillo Part One

     Hope you enjoyed the story. Look for Part Two soon.