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).