ADVENTURES IN/OUT OF UNIFORM:
Meating SSG Steve Draper
Being stationed at Fort Dix, NJ, about an hour from New York City and Philadelphia, PA certainly did improve my love life. It was great for military guys - gays, bis, and anything else you might want. Gary introduced me to gay bars, clubs, movie houses and bath houses; and then someone at Dix mentioned that there was a lot of action at the Philly Y. Every weekend and day off I was at one place or another getting laid. An during the week, if one of my army buddies talked about getting laid, I could talk about it too. Actually, he was talking about fucking some girl he picked up in a bar, or some hooker who was charging just for a blow job. While I was, of course, getting laid, getting blow jobs in dark corners or on a pier, or fucking a hot mouth or ass in bar or club or a quickie at a gay movie house or fucking and sucking my way through a lot of guys at a Y or a bath house. Now this did not cover the number of private parties and orgies I was invited too, in private home, apartments and lofts in New York City, Philadelphia, upper New York state, New Jersey. Hell, it was a fucking, sucking paradise for a horny twenty-something with a constantly hard 7 uncut inch cock.
Some of the bars that Gary introduced me to were gay cruising bars, but a few were just a friendly neighborhood type bar that catered mostly to the gay crowd who didn't want the loud music and constant rush of cruising. Just a place where a couple of friends could meet, talk, have a few brews and leave together, alone or with someone new they just met or were introduced too. I was in one of those bars one night, sitting at the bar with a friend who had started as a sex partner and had evolved into a friend. We would meet at this bar, since it was only a couple of blocks from his third floor walkup; it was a comfortable place and most everyone knew everyone else either in the biblical sense or by sight. My friend and I were sitting talking about whatever, and a man came up beside me and order a beer from the bartender. With only about six or seven people at the bar there was plenty of room at the bar for him to place an order; but he stood beside me - well within my comfort zone.
I glanced over at him wondering what this was about, he just smiled at me and waited there for the bartender to return with his beer. I returned to talking to my friend and I felt a hand move to the small of my back, I stiffen up and looked at the man standing beside me and he continued to smile at me. His hand moved to my belt and proceeded to try to run his fingers into the back of my jeans, but since my belt and jeans were a little tight he didn't get far. At that moment, the bartender returned with his beer and he paid for his drink and said, "Thanks!"; but was looking at me with that same shit-eating grin on his face.
My friend noticed that I kept looking back to the man, and ask if there was a problem. I said no - just some people have smaller comfort zone than other people, I guess. He got a perplexed look on his face and we returned to our conversation. We talked for another hour, before my friend decided to leave, inviting me back to his place. However, I was intending to go up town to one of the baths to spend the night and enjoy a little playing, so I begged off.
I was finishing up my drink, when the bartender sat another drink in front of me. I informed him I had not ordered another drink, and the bartender informed me that the man, who nodded, to indicate which man, was sitting in the corner behind me, had ordered me another drink to be delivered when my friend left. I turned and looked into the corner, and it was the guy who had been trying to feel me up .... or down, whichever way you want to look at it.
I stood up and with the drink in-hand walked to his table, and started to speak, when he spoke first, "I thought your friend would never leave and I was afraid you would go home with him, rather than coming back to my hotel room with me!" I looked at him and he still retained that shit-eating grin on his face, and I said, "And you figure one drink would get me back to your room and you could get in my pants? I maybe easy, but I am not THAT cheap!" I started to sat the drink down on his table and turn and leave; but he said, "No I don't think you are easy or cheap; but I do think that I have been setting here for over an hour waiting for you. And I do think you are worth waiting for!" I smiled at him, pulling out a chair and sitting down, said, "Hell!, with such sweet talk, you may very well get in my pants tonight, after all."
He smiled as I sat down, and said, "I certainly hope so, and you can have your way with me, too." We looked at each other and laughed and ordered another round of drinks.
We sat, had a couple more drinks, and talked for over an hour. He told me his name was Steve and he came into the bar frequently but had never seen me at the bar before. I told him that I came to this bar to meet friends who lived in the neighborhood, but very seldom, did I pick up a guy here. I wondered how long before he would get around to it; so finally he broached the subject, "Well you want to come back to my hotel room and get laid?" I said, "Since you such a great romantic, lets go back to your room and see what happens." We got up and walked out of the club and I followed his lead, not knowing which hotel he was staying at. We walked about six blocks and came to a second rate hotel, which most of the clientele was weekly or monthly residents. We entered the lobby and Steve stopped at the desk and picked up his key and the night clerk smiled knowingly at us. Getting in the elevator, Steve pushed the button for the fourth floor and I said, "Well seems the night clerk knows you and your business!" Steve smiled and moved beside me and put his arm around my waist, pulling me against him, he said, "Well he's probably heard all the men moaning and groaning in my room, and all the rumors about what a great lover I am." I laughed, and said, "Or at least, what a great bull-shitter you are."
Steve leaned into kiss me, when the elevator came to a jolting stop on our floor. Steve gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I guess you'll have to wait until we get into the room." I smiled, and said, "I can barely stand the anticipation of this great romance." I followed Steve from the elevator and down the hall to his room. He inserted the key and unlocked the door and walked inside and I followed him. He stood to the side and after I entered he closed and locked the door. I turned to see what would be his next move; when he caught me unaware, and pushed me back against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat.
I pushed him off me and said, "Damn we got all night, you don't have to rush this thing." He smiled and said, "Sorry I been wanting to kiss you every since I first saw you." I said, "I think I got that idea already." His hands were on my chest massaging my pecs and he looked at me, and said somewhat gleefully, "Anyway that was a medical checkup." "And what were you checking for?", I asked. He said, "To see if you still had your tonsils." I looked at him and asked, "You can't use a light and tongue depressor, like the doctor?" "Oh no, this is a more thorough exam, and more intimate for both the patient and the doctor." I guess I looked a little doubtful, and asked, "Oh, you're a medical doctor?" He said, "No but I do wear whites, I'm a chef." I laughed and said, "Well I have seen your beside manners, I certainly hope you cook better!"
We moved to the center of the room near the bed, I could see that he evidently had taken a nap that afternoon before heading out for his evening of conquest. He faced and leaning into me put his hands over my pecs and moved them down and around my waist and pulled me into him and kissed me. His tongue dueled with mine for a little while and he pulled back and moved his lips to my neck and started biting my neck and ear lobe and his hands started pulling my t-shirt from my jeans. I ran my hands up his back and moved one hand to the back of neck and enjoyed the sensations that he was creating in neck and lower regions. He moved his hands to my front and extracted the front of the t-shirt from the jeans and said, "Up!" I pulled back and looking at him said, "Huh?" "Put your arms up so I can pulled your t-shirt over your head." "Oh, that's a new command, I'm not familiar with."
He said, "I would think as much as you have slept around you would be aware of that command." "Funny!" I said, but raised my arms over my head, and he pulled my t-shirt over my head, catching my dog tags in the maneuver and dropping the t-shirt on the floor. His hands moved back to massaging my pecs as he chewed and bit into my neck and then running his hands over my back to my lower back and ran his fingers underneath my jeans and shorts waistband. He returned to kissing and deep frenching me and moved his hands to my belt buckle and undid it. He then unbuttoned my jeans and ran the zipper down and ran a hand into my jeans and groped the bulge in my briefs. "Damn man, no one wears shorts when they go to club to pickup some one for sex.", he said. I looked at him and said, "I wasn't planning on meeting someone for sex, I was just having a drink with a friend, till you came along." "Hell man, anything as cute as your ass in those tight ass jeans should realized that hes going to have guys dropping their pants when he walks in." he explained.
I leaned forward and kissed him and said, "Well, until I met you no one every dropped their pants so quickly." He laughed and said, "Hell boy, who's almost naked here and who's still dressed?"
I laughed, he was right I was almost naked, and said, "Well lets fix that right now." I proceeded to unbutton his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms dropping it on the floor. I dropped and kneeling pulled his sneakers off without bothering to untie them and then removed his socks. Reaching up to his jeans, I nuzzled his bulge running down his leg and unbuttoned his jeans - they were 501s, so that took a few minutes; in which I continued lick and kiss the more than ample bulge in his crotch. Pulling his jeans down, his seven inch hard cock almost hit me in the face; and I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and stood up facing him. Taking him by the hand I pulled forward and out of his jeans, and said, "Now we can work on me."
Steve put his hands on my chest and pushed me backwards landing on the bed on my back; and he crawled up on the bed and lay on top of me kissing and our tongues continued the duel that we had began earlier. He quickly moved down to my neck and chewed and sucked - probably leaving hickeys that I would have to explain on Monday morning at work. He took my cock in his hand and slowly licked the precum from the head of my cock. He then began to lick up and down the staff of my cock, just like a lollipop. He used his hand and moved my cock and balls up and out his way and started licking underneath the balls; I thought he was going further with his licking, but stuck a finger in his mouth and moved his finger to the entry of my asshole and inserted it. He returned to sucking my cock and handing jiving it and fingering my ass.
He slowly added a second and then a third saliva moist finger to my hole and was pushing in and pulling out creating a great deal warm friction in my ass. I was enjoying it all; when he swung his hips around and centered his cock over my mouth and I reached up and licked the precum off his cock and starting jacking the cock with one hand and sucking his cock. Alternating between jacking his cock in my mouth and running my hand over his ass cheeks above my head and his pecs and sides, I was enjoying his body as much as I was enjoying his administering to my cock and ass.
He pulled off my cock and again swinging his hips around he moved between my legs and grabbing me under my knees lifted my legs and placed the ankles over his shoulders. He lifted his hard cock and aligned it up with my lubed hole and creeping forward on his knees, inserted the head into the asshole. He relaxed and looked into my eyes, "Give you a moment to get ready for a fucking." I said, "Thanks, that may take a more than a moment to get use to it." "Well that will give me a moment to gloated.", he said. I looked at him and said, "Gloat? Why do you need to gloat?" "Well, its been less than hour since we met, and I have you back in my room, and I am more in your ass than "in your pants!" I smiled and looked up him and said, "Well as long as we have come this far, lets see what you can do with that hard cock of yours!"
Steve quickly swung his hips back withdrawing his cock til just the head was at the entrance and then rammed his cock to the hilt in my ass and it made me catch my breath and moan. And he said, "How's it working so far?" I said, as soon as I had caught my breath, "Its a good beginning! Carry-on!" Steve began to ram his cock in and out of my ass hole in a frenzy, riding my ass like a pony express rider with 10,000 hair scalping indians on his heels. I was enjoying the assault, for that's what it was, more like the man had not had a hot tight hole to fuck and had been at sea for six months. But he didn't last long before he tensed up, and I knew, he was shooting his hot cum up my ass, and he collapsed on me in a sweat drenched heap.
I rolled him off of me and repositioned him on his belly, and kneeling between his legs, pushed them apart and scooted between them. Placing my thumbs into the crack his ass and with my hands on his cheeks spread his ass so that his male pussy was clearly visionable. I spit a couple gobs of saliva into the crack onto the entry of his asshole and with a finger started massaging it into the hole that I planned on ramming my hard cock. I followed that finger with a second and a third before Steve became aware of what I was doing, he glanced around over his shoulder and said, "And what have you got planned for my manhole?" I smiled at him, reaching up and kissing the side of his mouth that I could reach, and said, "Just a little payback in kind for the fucking I just received." "Oh, so now I become your bitch!" I smiled and said, "Exactly!" And placing the head of my hardon at the entry to his ass, I pushed my cock into his ass two or three inches, and said, "My Bitch, exactly!"
Steve gasped and said, "Damn man, I didn't notice that thing was so big." I laughed, and said, "It kind of grows in you." and then proceeded to fuck him long and hard. Finally I dropped my load in his ass and dropped down beside him and nuzzled to his neck, I said, "Damn you certainly know how to entertain a man." He rolled over to his side facing me and kissed me, long and deep frenching me. We lay there and talked and slept and fucked again. We spend the rest of the weekend together in that hotel room; leaving only to eat and then returning showering together and then fucking and sucking and sleeping.
Steve and I became good friends and fuck buds and would meet every once in a while at the same neighborhood bar. It was probably the second or third such meeting that I learned that he was army and stationed at Ft Dix. However, he knew I was military from the first, mainly because I had short hair; and he had seen my dog tags that first night, but had said nothing about them. What was interesting he was the commanding generals night chef or cook as the army says. He had quarters in the basement of the generals quarters and was on call most nights and weekends for food preparation and parties; if nothing was going on and he wasn't on duty, he was free to do as he pleased. So we knew where each ones quarters were and we would meet and go to a movie, get a beer, or just hang out; but neither one of us wanted to take the chance of having sex on post.
One night, being free, I dropped by his room to see if he wanted to go get a burger and beer and entered the side door to the basement area where his quarters were located. I walked down the hallway to his door and knocked, I heard people moving about inside making rustling noises. And then Steve's voice, "Who's there?" I answered, "It's me Steve." "Ok, give me a moment." A few minutes later the door slowly opened a crack and Steve looked at me, and said, "Quick get in here!" I quickly moved inside, he closed and locked the door and I looked across the room at a young man on Steve's bed, naked and jacking on his hard cock.
Steve was only dressed in his white cook pants and I could see that those were tented out in front with his hard cock. He quickly dropped his pants and moved back to the bed and sat with his back against a pillow against the back board; and the young man proceeded to sucking Steve's cock, just as if nothing had happen. Steve introduced the young man and he came off Steve's cock long enough to say hi and returned to administering to Steve's cock. I said, "Steve are you crazy having sex in your quarters." "Hey, he was here and available; besides did you catch his name?" "No, whats so important about his name?" The boy pulled back from Steve's cock and said, "My dad's the general!" and went back to sucking and licking Steve's cock and balls. I stood there a while dumbfounded!
Steve looked at me and said, "Strip, he's got a hungry hole that needs filling." "Damn, you both crazy." However, I was dropping my clothes on the floor and moving to the bed. Climbing up on the bed behind the boy and fingering his ass, I found it was already lubed and loose. I quickly inserted my hard cock and started rocking back and forth pistoning my hardon into the boys ass and said, "Hell, we're all crazy!" But I did enjoy the boy's ass; as well as his other assets.
I found out later that the generals son was a 24 year old grad student at a university, visiting his parents for the summer. He also told me later that when his dad had first became a general, his first aide had introduced him to man to man sex as a teenager, and he found, he liked it better than sex with his girlfriend, and besides he didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.