We're in the Navy Now!

*** This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

It was on one of those extended away assignments that I met Steve.

I’ve mentioned how much I hate traveling for the job, and this was the worst – a four-week assignment to a major East Coast city that just happened to be near a Navy base. I’ve enjoyed a few squids in my day but living in an Air Force town you don’t see many of the boys in white. Maybe my luck would change here. God knows I had nothing else to do.

I bumped into Steve in an online gay chatroom, which is how I spent my first few nights in town, seeing as how I didn’t know anybody and none of the folks at the job had included me in their plans. Steve and I talked back and forth, getting to know each other better, about three days before we made plans to meet. I got the impression he was hesitant seeing as how he was active duty Navy. Despite the end of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” and the services becoming open to gays, there was still considerable discrimination and harassment, he said. I guess there always will be.

We both wanted our first meeting to be in public, so we chose a Burger King that was near my hotel. Turns out it was near his quarters too. I still had to use Maps to find it. I have no sense of direction in a new town.

Wow, was I in for a surprise. He was a strapping, good-looking African American man, about 6 feet tall or maybe an inch taller. I guessed his weight at about 175. His hair was military short and his brown eyes shone with a glossy sparkle that was dimmed only by a radiant smile. His voice was melodic. You could see him narrating documentary films about social injustice.

Neither one of us bought anything to eat. Instead, we sat in a booth for about an hour, sipping our soft drinks and becoming comfortable with each other. We talked about ourselves, our likes and dislikes, and backgrounds. I discovered he was about 15 years younger than I, came from a Midwest town and joined the Navy because he was tired of looking at corn fields.

After a pause in the conversation he asked if I’d like to go to his place so we could relax. The restaurant had become busy and there was a table filled with screaming little girl soccer players about two rows down that were getting on everybody’s nerves. So I followed him to an apartment he was renting near a university in the area.

Once we were inside, he offered me a drink. I don’t usually drink when I go out because I don’t want my driving to be impaired. But I figured one drink wouldn’t hurt, especially if there were physical exertions on the itinerary. I sure hoped there would be.

As he poured our drinks I couldn’t help but notice his hard body. The service had done him well in terms of muscle tone and definition. He was no muscle-bound Atlas, but his body had the look of strength, an immovable object. I longed to not only see it but feel it.

He approached me and handed me my glass. I was about 3 inches shorter than he, so I had to look up at him.

That’s when he leaned in and kissed me.

Some guys are not good kissers. They merely press their lips against yours and hope for the magic to percolate forth. Others are still squeamish about kissing a guy. Old cultural taboos die hard. Steve suffered from neither of these disabilities. His lips melted into mine, and then our bodies followed as I grabbed him and brought him down to sit next to me, all the while our lips were locked. I held him and wrapped my arms around him and buried my tongue deep in his mouth. His tongue reciprocated, and as our chests pressed together I could feel his heart pounding, which gave me a thrill. I was giving him pleasure, and excitement. That pleased me to no end.

We made out like this for the next 10 or 15 minutes. Finally, he pulled away and gave me that radiant smile, his teeth so white against his dark skin, as he stood up. It became obvious it wasn’t just his heart that was in overdrive. I saw a massive bulge building in the crotch of his blue jeans. I held him by his hips and buried my face in his crotch, licking and nuzzling him through the rough fabric. He moaned, “Don’t, please! I’ll explode!”

I pulled back but continued finger playing with him. He looked down at me, kissed me again and took me by the hand. He led me into his bedroom, where we sat on the edge of the bed. He started undressing me. As he unbuckled my pants, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside. Then Steve yanked my pants down, followed by my boxers. My cock was already at attention and he wasted no time, swallowing it whole in a single, sensuous bite.

The flood of moist heat that enveloped my crotch was indescribable, and I nearly swooned from the sensation of flesh, moisture and warmth descending on my fuck stick. He worked on the head of my dick, licking the cap and then under the ridge, flattening his tongue as he descended toward my balls. He came up and bobbed on it repeatedly and then slowed, licking the underside, just below the pee hole. Then he’d plunge again, all the way to my pubes, his chin pressing against my balls, my hands and the back of his head pushing him even lower, forcing more of my cock into his gulping, slurping mouth.

God, it was overwhelming. I felt waves of lust surging over me as I pushed myself into him with increasing urgency. I wanted this to last so in an act of supreme sacrifice, I pushed him away, ripped off his T-shirt and kissed him all over his face, making a loud production of it. I licked his neck, nibbled his earlobes and worked my way down to his chest and those Greco-Roman pecs, seemingly carved from marble. His nipples were pert and as I ran the tip of my tongue over them, he moaned so loudly I was sure the neighbors must have had their ears pressed against the sheetrock. He held my head as I worked over each nipple for several minutes.

Then I licked down his smooth chest and rippled abs until I found a youthfully thin glory trail. That was my cue. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of bikini briefs that had utterly failed in concealing what they were supposed to conceal. And oh my, wasn’t it an awe-inspiring revelation. My mouth literally began to water.

My pants were still around my ankles so I got out of them using my feet to hold down the pants bottom while the other foot pulled out, all the while kissing Steve. My right hand found its way into those briefs as I took his erect cock in hand and simply held its sticky firmness. Then I was free of my jeans and set about getting his off, so that I could stand back and admire this lean, long-legged beauty I had somehow managed to sink my teeth into.

His cock was leaking precum, a pearl of clear fluid on at the tip, like flower nectar that I dabbed at with my tongue, then rolled around in my mouth, coating my teeth and gums with his manly essence. God, he was as delicious as he looked.

He suddenly forced me down on the bed on my back and climbed atop me, pinning to the mattress by my wrists, his cock proudly at attention. He sank his tongue deep into my mouth and we made out with such passion you would have thought this was our last goodbye. Then he slid down and engulfed my raging cock in his hot, sucking mouth. I threw myself into it by wrapping my legs around his head and let him nurse me like, no longer caring if I came or not. This man was so hot I’d have no trouble mustering a Round 2.

He went on like that seemingly forever, sometimes pulling off my cock to take my scrotum and balls into his mouth, occasionally dipping to lick my asshole and the sticky swath between it and my sack.

Finally, mercifully, he stopped. He gripped my cock with a fist and licked it like a lollipop, then looked up at me with an impish grin and said, “Fuck me.”

Sir, yes sir!

Instantly, as if he had pulled a rabbit from a hat, he produced a tube of lube, smeared some around his backside and then another dollop on my raging cock. Then he came up, straddled me and guided my stick to his fun hole. I felt the tip of my cock press against the ring of muscle that made up his rectum, and then it began to penetrate, a furious friction that sent waves of pleasure crashing across my body to wash up somewhere at the base of my skull.

He lowered himself on my dick until I was buried to my balls in muscular heat. He paused, laying his head on my shoulder, and then began milking me with his ass muscles. I had no choice but to respond. I fucked him as hard and deep as I could, eliciting a loud series of moans in response.

I was able to flip him and put those long legs on my shoulder. Once in position I buried my cock in his ass. He grabbed his dick, which looked like a reasonable 7 inches, and began jerking furiously as I slammed my cock into that hot hole. Our bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat, produced by our exertions or passions, I’ll never know. But it made the feel of him even hotter and I made love to him with bit of energy and enthusiasm I could muster.

I kissed, licked and fucked him with passion and fury. His eyes were closed and I bent and kissed them as we fucked. He moaned again and said he wanted to cum. I wasn’t sure if he was asking for my permission, but I told him yes, to do it. He moaned loudly and let loose with a barrage of cumshots that painted his chest and stomach. I grabbed his balls as he did and milked him the best I could as I continued my thrusts. I leaned down and licked up some of his juice which landed on his left nipple, then transferred it to his mouth by way of a sloppy, tongue kiss.

I told him I was going to cum. I asked where he wanted it. He gripped me tightly with his legs and said “Breed me, sir."

And with that, I pounded my cock as deeply into his body as was physically possible and emptied my balls into his colon, the jizz pouring out in multiple, body-wracking spasms of orgasm. My heart was slamming in my chest; I could hear it in my ears. This might have been the most intense cum I'd ever experienced.

We lay there unmoving, spent. I could still hear his heart, beating opposite my own. He kissed me again, on top of my forehead. Them a gentle kiss on the lips. He said “Let’s grab a shower, sir.” A moment later I got up and went in with him. We soaped each other as the warm water washed away the evidence of our lovemaking, hugging and kissing in the process. He managed to bend down and suck on my cock some more, drawing out the remnants of our wild lovemaking session. I found myself starting to harden, and God knew how, but we were back on his bed, my cock in his mouth, him sucking and licking and rimming until I painted the inside of his mouth with another milky orgasm, smaller than the last but almost as deeply felt.

When my work in that town was done I returned home, but Steve and I managed a few more get-togethers, even after the Navy transferred him to San Diego. When he went overseas, well, that ended it.

I did not hear from him again. But you know what they say … hope springs eternal. Perhaps one of these days I’ll see a man in a white uniform knocking at my door.