This is a work of fiction, all the usual legal jargon applies. This story does not reflect the use of condoms, the characters in this story do no have to worry about disease as it is fiction. Please practice safe sex, wear a condom.
I arrived at Ft. McNair in Washington D.C. to begin my final assignment. I was to work in the Pentagon reception area, greeting new arrivals, getting them to their new offices, welcoming them, etc. It was a welcomed relief and an assignment I was definitely looking forward to. The hours would be long and I would work six days a week, but I really didn't mind. I was still getting through a tough break up and the distraction of work was very much welcomed.
The office I worked in was a mixture of civilian and military personnel. We had several gay and lesbians assigned to the office staff and I always felt a little pang of jealousy when I would pass by their cubicles or the water cooler and hear them talking, openly, about their weekend or their partners, or the fight they'd gotten in, basically, the normal casual conversations that peope have. People who, don't have to worry about the "don't ask, don't tell" policy.
I had quickly gotten into the swing of things and the rhythm of the daily routine when, about six months after I'd been there, we had a rather large group of military employees arrive. The different branches of service rotate their personnel at various times of the year, this rotation last rotation out had been rather large as most were either deploying to the Gulf or heading to Afghanistan. Consequently, the incoming replacements were on a one-for-one basis. I had everyone assembled in one of the class rooms as was having them fill out the necessary documentation. This part normally took about an hour and was one of the most boring parts of our orientation program. Normally I'd wonder around the room, answering any questions, checking out the male arrivals, making my mental notes. Having already survived one investigation as a result of someone who blabbed, I wasn't about to go through another one, so I took great stakes and kept my "looking" as guarded as I could possibly get it, especially given where I worked.
My name is Jonathan St. John, I'm in my mid 40's and, after 26 years of service, decided this would be my last assignment. I'm five foot eight, weight 170, brown thinning and greying hair, green eyes, and I'm beginning to notice that 26 years of running, has taken a toll on my knees and back. I figured it was time to take care of me and once I arrived at Ft. McNair, began the laborious process of getting all of the medical ailments documented and treated. My knees ache constantly, as does my back, but being the good soldier I am, I swallow my 800 mg of Motrin, compliments of the US Army, apply my nonscented, nongreasy "Ben Gay" each morning and I head out for another day. All the more reason to get everything taken care of before I retire. But enough of that.
I may be in my mid 40's physically, but sexually I've reached another peak equivalent to an 18 year old. I'm horned up 24/7 and would probably hump the Washington Monument if I could. It also hasn't helped that it's been about a year since I last got laid. This morning was proving to be rather difficult to keep my mind off of my cock. I had a roomful of people, 80% of whom were male, all of whom I would not kick out of my bed. By the time I was done for the day, I'd already had to make two trips to the men's room to wipe up the pre-cum that I was leaking into my shorts.
It was 1800 (6:00 pm) and I was in the process of shutting things down when I heard someone at the front counter. I sighed, "There's always one in the crowd." I thought as I headed to the front counter. As I rounded the corner, I automatically said, "I'm sorry we're closed for the day....." and then I stopped in my tracks. In front of me was a young Marine officer, probably in his early thirties, late twenties, maybe. "I'm sorry Gunny, I mean, Master Sergeant, but I just arrived and my orders say I'm to report no later than 2000 (8:00 pm). I'm coming in from overseas and my connecting flight in Germany was late and I..." he said. I politely put my hand up and told him it was OK, no worries. I looked at his orders again as most folks just coming in report to the reception station at Ft. McNair, not directly here. I pointed out that there was an error on his orders, they had his reporting times and places reversed. I also noticed that, even though he'd spent at least 10 hours on a flight, he still smelled incredibly good, a hint of Polo filled my nostrils.
"Do you have transportation sir?" I asked. "No, I took the Metro. Is Ft. McNair close?" he asked. "Not really, c'mon, I'll give you a lift. Have you eaten?" I asked. "No, I'm a little hungry." He smiled. "OK, let me grab my stuff and I'll get you where you need to be. I'll go ahead and call reception and let them know you're here." I said as I turned to head back to my cubicle and grab my briefcase and car keys. I rarely drive in D.C., parking is a premium for starters, traffic royally sucks plus the METRO is such a convenient and easy way to get around, that there really isn't a need to. The only reason I'd driven today was that I had had to run some orders for batching out to Andrews AFB and didn't want to wait around for the courtesy shuttle. I called reception and filled them in on what had happened. They weren't expecting him to arrive until next week as the orders they'd gotten were completely different than the ones I'd read to them. Reception said to bring him over and they could at least get some of the stuff going for him. I grabbed my stuff and the new officer and we headed out to my car. Along the way I explained to him the orders that reception had and that they may have a problem getting him into a room at the Bachelor Officer Quarters (BOQ).
We made small talk on the drive over to Ft. McNair and I patiently waited for them to get his inprocessing started. The young Captain looked disgruntled when he returned. "All set?" I asked as I stood. "No, I don't have a place to stay and the two apartment buildings they use for non-availability won't have a vacancy for two more weeks." he sighed as we sat down. "OK, so, well, let's just go get a bite to eat and we'll figure something out sir." I said, realizing I was also hungry myself. "I don't want to hold you up from any plans you may have had." He said. "No worries, sir, those, I didn't have!" I laughed. "I'm Sergeant St. John, Jonathan is my first name." I said holding out my hand to shake. "Captain Miller, William Miller, pleased to meet you." he replied as we shook hands. "Well sir, let's get you going. I have a two bedroom apartment in Crystal City, why don't you crash with me tonight and then tomorrow we'll go from there." I said as we turned to head back to the car. "You sure?" Captain Miller replied. "If you don't have any problems rooming with an NCO, I certainly don't, sir." I said. "OK, but let's cut the sir talk. I really appreciate your generosity Sergeant St. John." Captain Miller said. We got into my car and as I started the engine I said, "Look, you said cut the sir talk, so in turn, cut the sergeant talk. I'm Jon, please feel free to call me that when we're not in official capacity." I grinned. "OK, Jon, and you can call me God!" he said, waiting to see the reaction on my face. I gave him a complete dead pan look, rolled my eyes and headed for the apartment. "What? You didn't find that funny?" he chuckeled. "Well God, no, we were not amused." I said, laughing.
A little while later we arrived at the apartment and I showed him where he would be staying and then headed to my own room to get out of my uniform and into some comfortable clothes. While I was getting dressed, it dawned on my that I had not yet checked the man out, making a mental note and tugging on my cock through my shorts (I tend to go commando when in my own apartment), I headed to the living room and turned on the T.V. "God" entered a few minutes later wearing a T-shirt that had to be three sizes too big and a pair of loose fitting shorts. "Shit!" I thought, unable to see what his body might look like. "You like lasagna?" I asked. "Yeah, but isn't that a lot of work?" he replied, "Oh, and, please, call me Bill." he added. "Not when it's frozen, Bill." I replied as I headed for the small kitchen. "Feel like a brew?" I asked. "Oh man, that sounds great!" Bill said, walking into the small dining area. I handed him a Rolling Rock and we toasted before we took our first swig. "Oh man, that fucking, sorry, that absolutely tastes positively great tonight!" Bill said. "No need to apologize, I fucking swear sometimes too and sometimes I fucking swear a fucking lot!" I said, inadvertently belching. "Oh, pardon me!" I laughed. "Hey, not bad manners, just good beer!" Bill said.
The food was soon done and we continued to chatter and make small talk, getting to know one another while we ate. I was coming to realize that I really enjoyed this man's company, my cock was reminding me that I had a man in my apartment and it had been a very long time since I'd gotten laid. As such, it kept "popping up" at very inoportune moments. I blushed as a couple of times, Bill's eyes traveled to my crotch and lingered on the head that was slightly tenting out the fabric of my shorts. Throughout the meal I kept not noticing Bill would rub his neck, almost as if it was stiff. "Your neck stiff from your flight?" I asked. "Yeah, it is, didn't really notice it until now. Guess with all of the excitement and everything." Bill said. "Such a deal I have for your then my friend." I said. We'd already had a couple of beers and I was not only feeling the affect of it, after having had a long day, but my tongue was getting free. "What's the deal you have?" Bill asked, his eye brow cocked with curiosity. "Our building has a gym, complete with sauna, hot tub and indoor pool. Feel like taking a steam?" I asked, hoping he'd jump at the offer. "Yeah, but I don't have anything trunks." he said. "Not to worry, we can sit in the buff or I have a pair of trunks you can wear." I offered, that was my tongue and my little head doing the speaking and thinking for me.
"Yeah, OK, sure." Bill agreed. "Great! Let me get a couple of towels and we'll head down." I said, my cock flexing and beginning to rise rapidly as I hurried out of the room. Coming back with two towels, I grabbed my keys and we made our way to the sauna. "Thank God! It's empty!" I thought to myself as we walked in the sauna area. "Just let me get it fired up, oh wait, it already is, perfect timing!" I cooed as I began to strip off my T-shirt. "Um, what if someone walks in?" Bill asked. "Simple, it's a private sauna, all I have to do is close and lock the outer door, flip on the light switch and bada boom bada bing!" I said as I walked to the door, locked it and threw the light switch on, indicating that the sauna was occupied. I stripped, my back turned to Bill, walked into the sauna and poured some water over the hot rocks, steam instantly hissed and rose, filling the room with a light fog. Bill came in behind me and closed the wooden door on the sauna and proceeded to sit right next to me, perhaps a little too close. I added some more water and sat back, eyes closed, and let the steam do its magic. "Umm, feels so good!" Bill said as he stretched out on the bench, placing his head on my thigh. "Oh shit!" I thought, my cock instantly rising up. I opened my eyes and looked over at Bill. He had his eyes closed and was lazily running his hand over his well developed and hairy chest. There was just enoug steam in the room that I couldn't make out much more than that as I let my eyes travel downward, across his ripped abs. "Oh my God! Is that the head of his cock? Can I see the head of his cock?" I thought as my eyes sought to betray me.
I couldn't of course, one, his cock was still tucked down and over what I'd soon learn would be two very ample size bull balls and two, it was too steamy to see. Bill adjusted his head a few times, his hand brushing against my inner thigh. "Can he feel my hard cock?" I thought. "God, I'm so horned up for this guy!" I continued. "Feel good Jon?" he asked as his hand casually brushed up my inner thigh, his pinky making contact with my ball sack. "Oh yeah!" I moaned. Bill rolled on his side and, sitting up on one elbow, said to me, "I'm being bold here, but I think I know how I can make this better." I turned and looked at him, his chestnut brown eyes staring at me, searching my eyes for some sort of answer. "Yeah? How's that?" I asked. "With this." Bill said as he rolled on his stomach, grabbed my hard cock and started licking the head of my cock. "Oh fuck yeah. That would do it!" I groaned as I leaned back.
I gasped as I felt Bill's tongue lick around the ridge of the head of my cock, his hand firmly grasping the base of my rock hard, six and a half inch cock. I groaned when I felt the tip of his tongue dart in my piss slit and lick at the cock honey that was now beginning to drip from the tip of my cock. "You've got a great cock Jon! I love the taste of your cock drool!" Bill panted as he wrapped his lips around my cock and started slowly swallowing. Placing my hand on the back of his head I groaned and slowly thrust up into his mouth, trying to get as much of my cock inside his mouth and down his throat. "Mmmmmm." Bill groaned as he slid my cock all the way to the back of his throat, his tongue licking the base of my cock, his hand grabbing my balls and lightly squeezing them. I instinctively spread my legs, offering his hand more room. "Oh yeah Bill, feels so fucking good, c'mon boy, suck my cock. Eat it! Eat my fucking cock!" I groaned as his head began to bob up and down in my lap.
I leaned over and started searching for Bill's cock, not realizing that he was on his stomach, my hands found his ass instead. His ass cheeks were tiny, I could fit one cheek in each hand and they were rock hard, solid muscle. I could feel the light coating of hair that fanned out over them and ran down into the crack of his ass. I massaged and kneaded his ass cheeks while he continued to bob up and down on my cock. We both were covered in a light coating of sweat from the heat of the sauna and our sexual excitement by now. I used that sweat to my advantage and ran my finger along the crack of his ass. Bill responded by raising his ass cheeks up, causing them to naturally part, my fingertips landing on his rose bud. "MMMMMMM!" Bill groaned as my fingers made contact. Using his sweat as lube, I ran the fingertip of my index finger around the lips of his ass. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck! That feels good!" Bill panted as he pulled of my cock. Each time I made one full circle, I'd gently nudge the entrance to his hole until eventually his ass lips were trying to pull my finger inside. Bill continued to moan while bobbing on my cock, licking my balls from time to time. "Oh fuck Jon! That feels so good, it's been so long since I've been fucked. Would you eat my ass?" Bill panted. "Ummmmm, you bet!" I groaned. Bill got up off of the bench and as he stood, I could see his hard cock. "Jesus Christ Bill! No wonder you haven't been fucked in awhile! With a monster like THAT!" I gasped. "Yeah, that's my problem. People see this and automatically think I'm a top or they want it so bad that they don't think that I like to get fucked too!" Bill said. "I need to get fucked so bad though, please?" Bill asked. "Get that ass around here boy!" I barked, slapping his ass cheeks, making Bill squeal as he bent over in front of me. There was no need for me to hold his cheeks apart, his ass was so small, tight and compact, that when he bent over, they automatically spread.
I quickly went to work, first licking the inside of his cheeks then running my tongue up and down the crack of his ass. I reached underneath him, between his legs, and started playing with his massive cock. I had no idea how big he was, but he was so thick, my hand couldn't close around him, his balls hung low and swayed while I stroked his cock and ate his ass. Before long I was thrusting my tongue inside him, Bill was panting, cock juice coated my hand as I continued to stroke his cock while I ate him out. I inserted a finger, along with my tongue, then another finger. Bill bucked and groaned more and his cock became hard as steel with a solid stream of cock honey running out of the tip of his dick. "Eat my ass, yeah that's it Jon, fucking eat my hole. Oh yeah, finger me, c'mon, give me some more!" Bill growled. I added a third finger and Bill reared up, howled and slammed his ass down. I let him fuck himself on my fingers, and then added a fourth finger. Bill howled again and thrust harder. "Give me your cock now Jon! Fucking give it to me!" he screamed as I removed my fingers. Bill instantly grabbed my cock and sat down on it in one movement. "AWWWEEEE YEAH!" Bill cried out. "Oh fuck!" I screamed as Bill began to slowly ride my cock. "God Bill, you're so fucking tight!" I panted as he increased his speed. I continued to stroke his cock with one hand, increasing my speed as we increased our. With my other hand, I reached up and let him suck my fingers into his mouth. He practically devoured my hand in one swallow, taking four of my fingers, sucking on them just as he had been sucking on my cock.
"Fuck me Jon! C'mon, let me ride that fucking cock! Yeah boy! Feels good, huh! Yeah, your cock up my ass feels so fucking good!" Bill screamed as he increased the speed of his hips yet again. I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to last. I had my cock buried in this beautiful guys ass, my hand wrapped around his mammoth cock, my other hand was now tweaking and twisting his nipples. I could feel my balls beginning to draw up in their suck, the head of my cock tingling. "Oh fuck Jon, I'm getting close. Yeah, getting real close Jon. Oh fuck! Fuck!" Bill panted. "Me too Bill, shit, me too. Your ass is so incredible Bill, so fucking incredible!" I panted. "Ah yeah man, shoot your spunk in me. C'mon, fucking paint my guts with your cum! Yeah boy, c'mon, fucking fill me up!" Bill cried out as his cock suddenly erupted, cum pouring out, running over my hand and down across his balls. His cock was still rock hard and continued to stroke him as I carefully stood us up. "I'm gonna cum Bill, gonna fucking paint your insides with my cum! Get ready! Oh GOD get ready! Here it comes, here it comes!" I slammed in to him one last time as my cock erupted, pumping a years supply of cum up his ass, my hand flying over his cock. Bill cried out and stiffened as he came again. Ribbons of cum shooting out the tip of his cock, hitting door on the sauna. "Oh fuck!" Bill continued to cry as his ograsm took hold of him. Bill collapsed on his knees, my cock pulling out, a string of cum flowing out of his ass. He sat, hunched over, panting as he came down. I sat back down, hard, panting myself as I came down off my high. "Fuck Bill, that was...ohhhh." I moaned as Bill had turned and was now licking the cum off my cock. Bill continued to clean my cock off, keeping me hard and within a few minutes I groaned again and pumped another load down his throat. He kept it in his mouth, pulling me to him we kissed for the first time. His tongue, coated with my cum, entered my mouth and I tasted myself on his tongue and his lips. We kissed like this for several minutes until we both had swallowed the load I'd just shot in his mouth.
Bill got up, knees shaky, sat down next to me and groaned, "Fuck! I needed that!" "Yeah, me too!" I groaned back. "C'mon buddy, let's get out of here before we roast." I said, grabbing our towels and wiping up our mess. Handing my towel back to him, we opened the sauna door, dressed and headed back to the apartment. I was ready to go again when we walked in the door. "Ready for another round?" I asked, grabbing his hand and guiding him to my bedroom. "Ah man, I need a minute." he said as we laid down on the bed, holding one another, our hands roaming over each other's bodies, our legs intertwined. My hard cock poking his stomach, his half hard cock beginning to bounce against my balls. "So, I figure turn about is fair play. I want to feel that cock monster up my ass!" I purred as I leaned down and started licking and sucking one of his nipples. "Oh I think that can be arranged." He purred as he pulled my head off his nipple and thrust his tongue in my mouth. I groaned as I felt his cock snake it's way up my inner thigh and begin to throb against the entrance to my ass.
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