Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 22:29:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: intelguy1999@yahoo.com
Subject: Taking a Chance

Hi, I'm Jay.  This is an absolutely true story.  It happened to me when I
was in the Air Force back in the late 1980s.  I've altered the names to
protect the innocent and not-so-innocent but other than that, the story is
100% for real.

I joined the Air Force at the age of 18 back in 1987.  At the time, my
sexuality was just a big question mark for me.  I was attracted to dudes
but I'd never explored this side of myself.  I'd also done a little
experimenting with girls (nothing that would get my clothes off or theirs)
but it didn't do much for me.

The Air Force allowed me to pick what career field I went into and I was
interested in languages.  So, that's what I pursued.  Around Thanksgiving
of 1987 I was given an assignment to learn the Russian language and I found
myself at DLI (that's the Defense Language Institute) in Monterey,
California.  I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven.  Monterey has to be the
most perfectly beautiful place I've ever been to in my life (I'm now almost
40 and still believe this).

I instantly made a lot of friends and found out all the places where you
could drink (remember, I wasn't yet 21).  I had a lot of buddies but kept
my sexual feelings to myself.  Classes started in January 1988 and things
went great.  There was one guy in my class though, Chance, who just totally
got on my nerves.  Chance was in the Army (this particular base was run by
the Army but had all branches of the military serving together as well as
visiting servicemen from allied countries such as Australia and Canada) I
thought he was rude and unpleasant and, incidentally, I thought he was gay.
Chance was a really good looking guy.  He had reddish hair and chiseled
features.  I ran into him at the post gym one day in the sauna and noticed
that he had a big uncut dick.  Very hot, though I still didn't like him too
much.  He seemed aloof and distant and I didn't have much to do with him
outside of class.  When I think back on him now, I don't think of him as
ever being actually effeminate or anything, rather, he seems very masculine
in my memory.  Still, something touched my internal gaydar.

Our class break was in July of 1988 and we had a week either to go home,
take a vacation somewhere or work mowing lawns and such on post.  I went
home for a visit and when I came back, things were somehow different.  I
don't know what changed things, but Chance and I seemed to start getting
along.  This was a time in our life when we were all maturing and maybe
that had something to do with it.  Childish rivalries were now irrelevant.

So, we were now friends, but still didn't have much to do with each other
except in class.

Towards the end of the class (the Russian Basic Course takes a year to
complete), one of my Air Force buddies flipped out.  Sandy was a really
good looking and very nice kid from New England.  He and my buddy Kent were
like the Three Musketeers and were always hanging out and doing stuff
together.  There was a particular weekend when we headed off for a little
window shopping at the mall and wound up at Lake Tahoe, but I digress.

Sandy just went nuts one day.  He was in his dorm room and locked himself
in.  He trashed the room (which people heard) and started yelling and
threatening to kill himself.  I was his Element Leader (the lowest rung on
the command structure -- basically I was the guy in the dorm who assigned
chores), so his neighbors came and got me to deal with it.  I talked to him
through the door and tried to keep him calm while I instructed one of the
other residents to call the STA (Student Training Advisor -- basically, our
supervisor) and an ambulance.  The STA soon arrived and then the ambulance.
They talked him into opening the door and carted him off to the psych ward
at the hospital on nearby Fort Ord.  Kent and I were pretty upset about the
whole thing (to this day, we really don't know what sparked it -- I guess
it was just too much stress).

Once he was allowed visitors, we went and visited him.  He seemed his
normal self but didn't want to talk about what happened.  Kent and I were
talking later and he suggested something.  Kent was in the same class as
Chance and I and I think Chance had set off Kent's gaydar too.  He said
that he had had some big problems before and had discussed them with
Chance.  He said that Chance was a great listener and a natural born
therapist and had Kent feeling better in no time.  We decided to get Chance
to visit Sandy.  While discussing this and to underscore his point, Kent
had mentioned to me that Chance was gay.  I asked him how he knew this and
he said that Chance had told him so.

Chance eventually did visit Sandy, by the way, but I don't know if it
helped or not.  Sandy was given a medical discharge and went back to New
England (never heard from him again, though I wish I had).

Around this same time, I'd been informally tutoring one of my friends from
the dorm, Rick (Ricardo actually, he was Puerto Rican though had mostly
grown up in Montreal).  Rick was just a really cute little guy and I got a
big crush on him.  Rick had a nudist roommate, by the way.  Jack had a
gorgeous bubble butt and was usually naked when I came into the room.  Rick
actually didn't like him that much and we had talked about switching
roommates, though we never actually did.  One time, we dared Jack to walk
down to the end of our hallway (quite a long way) naked and back, and he
did.  While this was a same-sex dorm, this was during visiting hours and
females could certainly have been present.  He was so nutty.  Guys would
often walk around in their underwear or in just a towel in our dorm (even
during visiting hours sometimes) but Jack's the only one I saw who did so
fully nude.

Okay, one night during one of our tutoring sessions (Jack wasn't around)
Rick noticed that I was distracted.  Finally, he said "Okay, let's go for a
walk -- we're not getting much studying done."  We went for a long walk.
We walked all the way to the beach, a couple of miles down a steep hill,
and then back up the hill again past our dorms into the upper areas of the
post.  During the walk, I came out to Rick.  He's the very first person I
ever told that I was gay.  I won't bore you with too many of the details
but suffice to say that Rick also told me that he was gay (he later changed
his story and said that he was bisexual) also.  I was wearing just sweat
pants and a t-shirt at the time (no underwear) and had some major tent
action going on.

Well, I knew that Rick was gay and that I was gay and that I had a big
crush on Rick but I was such a virgin, I didn't know how to proceed.  I
needed advice and I knew just who to go to.  One night, Chance and I were
at the enlisted club with friends and I pulled him to the little outside
patio where we could talk alone.  I came out to Chance and explained my
problem with Rick.  When Chance asked me why I'd come to him, I told him
that Kent had told me that Chance had told him that he was gay.  Chance was
very angry about this and told me that Kent had his facts wrong and that he
was definitely not gay, but at the same time, he said that he was
completely unprejudiced and would help me in any way he could.  He said
that he wanted to meet this Rick (remember, Rick was several classes behind
Chance and I so they didn't know each other).  We arranged to come over and
visit Chance a few evenings later in his barracks.  I just told Rick that I
wanted to go and visit a good friend of mine from school and he was happy
to tag along.

We got to Chance's door and knocked and Chance opened the door fully nude!
I couldn't believe it.  He said that he'd just stepped out of the shower
and invited us in.  We sat down and his roommate left (after a few minutes)
and we chatted about this and that while Chance took his time toweling off
and getting dressed.  Chance was fully nude for at least 5 to 10 minutes of
our visit.  I don't remember much of our conversation -- mostly small talk
I guess.

The next day in class I asked Chance what he thought of Rick.  Chance said
"I don't like him."  When I asked why, he said "Because it's obvious to
anyone, including Rick that you have a big crush on him and yet he spent
the entire time staring at MY dick."  Well, this shocked me but I guess
that was the end of my attempts to woo Rick.

Chance and I graduated soon thereafter and went to our tech school (where
they teach you the top secret stuff) at Goodfellow AFB in Texas.  This was
close to my hometown and I was able to go home on weekends really easily.

During this time, I went through a phase where I just wanted to come out to
all my best friends.  I contacted an old buddy, Blake, in Atlanta.  Blake
had a gorgeous body, a sexy southern accent and a very outgoing way with
people.  He was just hot.  He'd fallen in with a group of people who were
dropping LSD so he'd gotten a discharge from the Air Force, but I didn't
think any less of him.  When I came out to him, he came out to me too.
"I'm gay too."  He said that he wished I'd come out sooner and maybe we
could've foold around (well, my dick got hard immediately, you can
imagine).  The third person I'd come out to and the second to come out to
me.  I told Blake that I was a virgin and said that I would love for him to
be my first.  Blake said he would be honored.  So, I reserved a flight to
Atlanta for President's Day of 1989.

Before going to Atlanta, Chance came to me and said that he thought that I
was in such a little virgin bubble that he thought I might want to try to
pierce that bubble a little bit with him.  He'd previously confided to me
that while he didn't consider himself gay or even bi (he had a girlfriend),
he had been raped as a teenager by a group of men and had since become very
liberal sexually and had experimented with guys and it didn't bother him in
the least to do so with me.

So, one night, we took a long drive in my car out into the countryside.
Chance took his hard dick out of his pants and started stroking it as I was
driving down the highway.  He told me to feel of it.  My hands were glued
to the wheel.  Finally, he grabbed my right hand and put it on his dick.  I
had a death grip on the wheel with my left hand and a death grip on
Chance's dick with my right.  Finally, I relaxed a little and started
stroking his hard cock.  It was such a great feeling.  After a few minutes
of stroking, he said that he would hold the wheel and for me to lean over
and taste his cock.  It took me a couple of minutes to work up the nerve
and then I did so.  His cock still had a little salty taste of piss and
sweat from earlier in the day and was sooooo sexy.  To this day, it's the
pinnacle of perfect cocks to me.

I went off to Atlanta and had a fun drunken weekend with Blake, but things
didn't work out for us sexually.  He had told me that he was gay, but
actually, he was bi and had a current girlfriend.  Also, he was living at
home with his mom and step-dad and his old buddy "Bill" was living with
them.  Bill was nice (and pretty sexy) himself, but he wasn't who I wanted.
The first night, when it was bedtime, Blake laid out a palate for me to
sleep on on his bedroom floor and the he and Bill got into bed together.
Well, this set the tone for the weekend.  It was drunken partying followed
by rejections.  Blake couldn't do anything with me and I was very
disappointed.  I've since forgiven Blake for this as I know he had a lot on
his plate.

Anyway, I returned to Texas empty-handed (so to speak).  When Chance asked
me how it went and I told him, he said "I thought that might happen."
Later he said that since it didn't work out with Blake, he'd be pleased to
be my first.  Well, I jumped at the chance.  We made arrangements to meet
in my dorm room a few nights later.  I told my roommate that I had a girl
coming over and needed the room to myself for a few hours.  He agreed and
at the appointed time, Chance knocked on the door.  We got right down to
business.  We stripped and he sat on my bed and stroked himself.  He told
me to come over and suck his cock.  I did and he showed me the world of
cocksucking.  I was in Heaven.  I licked the head and played with his
foreskin and then licked his balls, sucking them alternately into my mouth.
Within a few minutes, he said he was close.  I just kept sucking and soon
my mouth was filled with his cum.  It was an unexpected flavor for me.  I
don't really know what I was expecting, but I loved the salty creaminess of
his spunk.  After a few minutes of rest, Chance asked if I was ready for
more.  I said yes and he told me to lay on the floor and point my feet at
the ceiling.  He opened his backpack and took out some KY and rubbed it
onto his again-hard dick.  He then rubbed some on my asshole and got on top
of me.  He fucked me slowly at first and then wildly soon thereafter.  I
loved the feeling of his big fuck pole inside my ass.  He fucked my hard on
the floor and then on the bed and then again on the floor.  He laid down
and had me squat over him with his cock in my hole.  Soon, he shot out
another load up my butt.  We talked about what we did and both agreed that
we really enjoyed ourselves.  I didn't actually shoot a load until he was
gone (I didn't want the time constraints -- it takes me awhile to build up
to an orgasm).

Many other times Chance came over and we became fuck buddies.  Chance never
kissed me and maintained his girlfriend the entire time.  Once he said that
she knew about us and it turned her on to think of us fucking and that she
wanted to watch.  Well, nowadays, if I was drunk enough, MAYBE, but back
then, the very idea repulsed me so I said no.  One time Chance LITERALLY
(I'm not exaggerating here) came inside of me 7 times WITHOUT STOPPING (the
man was a freaking fuck machine).  He then rested 10 minutes and was ready
to dump another load up my ass.  We probably fucked for a full 4 or 5 hours
virtually non-stop that day.  The very following day I had a formation to
be in in the morning and I could barely contain my bowels, my sphincter was
so overwhelmed by my fuckbuddy.

After graduating tech school, we parted ways.  I went to Japan and he went
back to his reserve unit in Florida.  Last I heard, he was in England, but
that was like a decade ago so who knows.  I'll always remember you Chance.
I'm glad I took a chance on you.

Email me at intelguy1999@yahoo.com if you liked my story.  If you did, I'll
tell you about another adventure from my Air Force days with a hot,
athletic, nudist roommate of my own, Phil, and the things that happened
between us (I promise more action and less background).