Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 20:38:21 +0100
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: Ramstein Rodding Part Two (Military)

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			 Ramstein Rodding Part Two


	Major Marc Boyce panicked as he saw Major Thomas Wells approaching
him in the Ramstein Air Force Base mall. Before Marc could duck into one of
stores, Major Wells had called out to him.

	"Marc, hey wait up!" Major Wells hollered.

	Marc felt the blood rushing to his face. He felt flustered, awkward
and unsure of what to say. Hell, he didn't even know if Major Wells would
remember what happened that night; he was borderline drunk after all.

	Major Wells closed the distance to mark quickly. Marc stood
awkwardly in his flight suit along one of the many vendor stands in the
middle of the mall's hallways waiting intently to hear what Thomas had to
say.

	"Can weÉ.uhhÉgo somewhere quieter to talk for a minute?"
Asked Thomas sheepishly as he looked over his shoulder.

	"Yeah no problem." Marc responded.

	The two men walked without conversation toward the quieter area
near the connected Chilis restaurant. A few people sat and ambled around
but no one seems to pay close attention to the two Air Force majors looking
distinctly uncomfortable.

	"About the other night," Thomas started but Marc interjected before
he could finish.

	"Don't even worry about it. No need to explain. Alcohol makes us
all do crazy things." Marc stated finishing his interruption.

	"I was acting crazy. The alcoholÉ..and I thought maybe there
were a few signalsÉ..shit I just don't want this to be weird with our
ladies becoming such good friends. I don't know how I'd explain not hanging
out for the next few years." Thomas said in a whirlwind of words.

	Marc had just started his sentence when a thought caught him mid
sentence, "Wait. What did you just say? Signals?" Marc said in an agitated
but curious tone.

	Thomas' eyes grew wide and he flushed. He apparently didn't mean to
verbalize those thoughts because he started to back track, "UhhÉ.nothing
man. Never mind. It's nothing." He stammered.

	"No. No. Circle back to that part you were saying about signals. I
was giving off signals? Signals for what?" Marc inquired determinedly.

	Looking more embarrassed than ever, Thomas remarked, "Well you
knowÉsignals that you might be interested. I'm sure it was just the
alcohol talking and messing with my mind. Forget about it.

	Marc's mind began to spin. He had definitely been intrigued by the
whole idea, startled beyond belief, but intrigued. He'd never had any kind
of guy on guy experience.

	"What would make you say that?" Marc replied defensively.

	"The looks you were giving during dinner. Then you didn't seem
completely against the idea of whipping your cock out for me. Reluctant,
sure, I'd expect that but if you were truly against it you'd probably have
stormed out." Thomas replied sheepishly in a barely audible whisper.

	Marc was floored by what Thomas was saying. His mind raced. He
retraced his actions that night. Had he given off signals? Was he
interested subconsciously? Shit this kind of thing was confusing. He had to
admit; Major Wells was definitely a good-looking guy. But so what? Marc
thought to himself that there were plenty of good-looking guys out there
but he didn't want to mess around with any of them.  What made Major Wells
different?

	After a long pause, Marc replied, "Well I'm sorry if I made you
uncomfortable or misled you."

	"No no it's not your fault. Sorry for acting like a crazy
man. Listen, I hope we can put this in the past and still be friends
without it being awkward." Thomas replied.

	Marc didn't know what to say. His mind was still weighing
everything. He decided to change the subject.

	"So how's Lynn?" He asked hesitantly.

	Major Wells looked down at his feet. "We're on the rocks right
now. I'm actually staying here in the hotel connected to the mall for a few
nights until things smooth out. I have a great view of the flight line from
my room so it isn't so bad." Major Wells said with an embarrassed look on
his face.

	Instinctively, without thinking, Marc replied, "Wow, I've always
wondered how good the view of the flight line is from up there. I get to
see it from a different view most days but I'm sure it's awesome to see
from that vantage point. I'd love to see it."

	Thomas and Marc looked at each other both realizing the awkwardness
of the situation after everything.

	Timidly, Thomas replied, "Well you're welcome to come up and see
the view if you'd like. No pressure."

	Marc's mind told him that going to Thomas' room was probably a bad
idea but some other part of him compelled him to go; to see where things
went. Hell, he could maybe at least ask a few questions.

	"Yeah, sure what the hell. I've got some time." Marc said.

	Within minutes, the two men were on the 6th floor of the hotel over
looking the flight line. C-5 galaxies and C-17s dotted the runway.

	The two chatted idly about what it was like to fly, their careers
in the Air Force and living overseas.

	An awkward silence fell over the room as the two men watched the
planes taxi.

	Breaking the silence after summoning his courage, Marc spoke up.

	"So, it sounds like you have some experience with this kind of
thing." Marc stated leadingly.

	Thomas didn't respond immediately as if weighing how much exactly
to tell.

	"Yes I do. I've had a few experiences, both in college and now as
an adult with other guys. Not all of them alcohol induced." He stated
measuredly.

	"Really? I never would have pegged you as the type." Marc replied
with genuine surprise in his voice.

	"Yeah no one probably would." Thomas stated in a matter of fact
tone.

	The two stood in silence for a few more minutes. Marc's mind spun
around the idea of Major Wells hooking up with other guys. The idea enticed
him more than he was happy about.

	"How about you? Any experiences over the years?" Thomas asked
daringly.

	"No. None." Marc responded as his face blushed.

	Thomas looked Marc straight in the eyes. The two stood in silence
staring at each other as the roar of jet engines seeped into the room from
the runway.

	"Any interest in having an experience?" Thomas asked bluntly, not
breaking eye contact with Marc.

	"To be honest, the idea hasn't crossed my mind over the years but
now that I think about it, yes - I guess. I'd have no idea how to start."
Marc replied as his body shook with nervousness and embarrassment.

	"Just relax and let me show you. We're friends. You know enough
about me to know I'm not some weirdo." Thomas responded in a deeper,
huskier voice.

	Thomas stepped closer to Marc. He reached out his hand and grabbed
Marc's cock through his fight suit.

	"Well, it looks like you may be more interested than I thought."
Thomas said as he grabbed Marc's rock hard, long cock.

	Thomas massaged and caressed Marc's cock and balls through his
flight suit. The two stood body to body; heavy breathing filling the room.

	"How we get out of these uniforms and get more comfortable?" Thomas
stated.

	The two men stripped in silence. Thomas stood again in awe of
Marc's body. He was lean, wiry and defined. The light colored hair covering
his chest was only slightly lighter than his bright blond, high cut
hair. His long, symmetrical cock curved upwards towards his stomach. His
dark brown eyes darted around nervously. He seemed like a wind-up toy ready
to spring.

	Thomas' mouth watered at the sight of Marc's body and cock. Without
thinking, he plummeted to his knees and slowly took Marc's cock in.

	Marc gasped with pleasure and surprise. This whole experience felt
so different. Where Samantha was soft and delicate, Thomas was hard and
firm. The way Thomas had grabbed and stroked his cock was incredible.

	Thomas slowly took Marc to his hilt while cupping his balls firmly
with one hand. Marc's body shuddered with pleasure. Thomas slowly brought
his mouth back up Marc's shaft to the tip of his beautiful cock. With the
flick of his tongue, Thomas stroked the underside of Marc's perfect,
pre-cum oozing cock.

	"Holy fuck!" Marc whispered emphatically.

	Thomas swirled his tongue around Marc's rock hard cock. Marc
groaned with pleasure.


	Thomas stood up abruptly and stood back.

	Marc took the time to drink in Thomas's body up close. Thomas' 6'3
frame was thick and muscular. His bald head contrasted greatly with his
dark, thick chest hair. His pecs were well defined and his bright green
eyes were as mischievous as ever. Even now, Major Wells radiated authority
and confidence. His veiny thick, soda-can like dick stood at full mast; its
giant mushroom head almost seeming to burst with eagerness; a steady flow
of pre-cum dripped.

	"Alright stud, I'm going to propose something and you can't freak
out." Thomas stated confidently in his husky voice.

	Marc stared at him expectantly feeling more nervous by the
second. No words came to his mouth.

	"I haven't been fucked in forever. Your cock is fucking
perfect. You're beyond hot and my ass needs a solid pounding. You up for
it?" Thomas asked.

	Without waiting for a response, he turned around, moved towards the
window, bent over, and pressed his hands against the window.

	Marc stared at his firm, muscled ass and his thick thighs. His ass
looked as smooth as a baby's bottom and as pale as Canadian snow. Marc felt
his dick twitch at the sight of it.

	"C'mon stud, it's easier than it looks. I'll guide ya." Thomas said
in almost pleading voice.

	"Right here? In front of the window? What if someone sees us?" Marc
replied

	"Then they'll see one stud plowing another stud. Fuck it so what!
Trust me, once you get in this tight ass, muscular ass you'll forget all
about being seen." Thomas retorted.

	Marc's dick twitched again. Clearly, his body wanted this. He
stepped forward.

	"Spit on my ass and on your dick, stud." Thomas said. Marc
complied.

	Thomas reached behind himself and grabbed Marc's saliva coated
cock. He guided it right to his ready hole.

	"Go slow. It's been awhile man and this shit fucking hurts at
first. The pain is worth it because the pleasure is unreal." Thomas said.

	Slowly, Marc began to press his cock against Thomas' hole. The
warmth of Thomas' hole already felt incredible. Millimeter by millimeter
the warm and pressure started to increase.

	"That's it stud. Slowly. Keep pushing. Trust me, it's going to feel
great." Thomas said as he slowly rocked his ass backwards against Marc's
cock.

	As Marc slid further and further in, the pleasure mounted. Finally,
with a pop, he thrust past Thomas' tight sphincter muscle and the pleasure
engulfed him.

	Thomas howled with pain.

	"SHIIITTT! Fuck. Damn. Slow. Buddy. Just pause for a second. Let me
get used to it." Thomas stated panting.

	It took every ounce of self control for Marc to not slam his hips
forward and start pounding Thomas' ass until he blew his entire load. The
feeling of being in Thomas' muscular ass was unlike anything he had felt
before.

	"Alright man, slowly. Let me get a feel for it." Thomas said.

	Gently, Marc started to buck his hips. Thomas' ass clung to his
cock, the warmth and sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

	Marc slid in and back out to the tip of his cock. In and out. In
and out.

	"Fuck your cock is amazing man. That curve really adds the right
angle. You're hitting me in all the best places. This is going to feel too
damn good once I'm adjusted." Thomas said.

	Marc quickened his pace; soaking up every bit of euphoria. Sweat
trickled down his tight chest. He placed his hands on Thomas' sweaty ass
and felt the power and hardness of his butt as he pumped his cock into
it. The electricity and primal-ness of this experience was unrivaled.

	"I'm not going to last man!" Marc whispered desperately.

	"Pound my ass stud. Pound that cum into me." Thomas replied putting
his hands fully on the window. Planes rolled up and down the flight line on
the sunny, German day.

	Something clicked in Marc's body; a primal, forceful wave of energy
overtook every inch of him. Every muscle in his long, chiseled body
tightened as he fucked Thomas' ass as hard as he could thrust. The men's
sweat covered bodies writhed in unison as Marc bucked forward and Thomas
pushed backward. Thomas moaned deeply. The sound of Thomas moaning and
begging for more sent Marc over the edge.

	"I'M GOING TO FUCKING BLOW. HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO BLOW." Marc
screamed not seeming to care who heard. He bucked his hips and with each
thrust he coated Tom's insides with three day's worth of man spunk.

	Marc paused deep in Tom's gut, his cock fully deposited. Thomas
grabbed his thick veiny dick and within a few pumps, smeared the window
overlooking the run way with his man juice. The two men, exhausted, panted
heavily.

------ Should the story end here or do you all want to see these studs
continue to go at it? Perhaps the ladies, Samantha and Lynn, can get mixed
into the fun? Email me at lmd4208@gmail.com and tell me what you think."
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