Gay Erotic Stories

I had dreamed my entire life of being Special Forces in one of the branches of the US armed forces. When I went to college, I enrolled in Army R.O.T.C., as it was the only option on campus. I graduated in 4 years and was the honor cadet in the unit my senior year. My first assignment was at Ft. Lewis in Washington, and then after about 6 months was given an unexplained transfer to Ft. Bening in Georgia. I was told I was going to receive some additional Ranger training that would benefit my career down the road. I had already learned that you don't question things in the military; you just follow orders. I reported in and got temporary housing on base. Sometime post housing is difficult, but the NCO checking me in said he had a place on base all ready for me. I received my new orders and I was assigned to Bravo Company and the commander was Captain Matthew Townley. I had had an R.O.T.C instructor by that name but didn't connect the two until I reported to his office. "Lt. Kyle Martin reporting for duty," I said as I snapped to attention entering Capt. Townley's office. "Lt. Martin, good to see you again and welcome to Bravo Company." What a small world, I thought: it was my old instructor, and I immediately felt more at ease, which is also what he told me to do..."At ease, Lieutenant." We chatted for a bit, got caught up on the last two years. It was then he told me that he had specifically asked for my transfer to the unit. This seemed strange to me because when I was at school our paths only crossed once in a class called "Basic Military Strategy" and I rarely saw him other than that. I did remember that he often used to ask me if I needed tutoring. I had no trouble with his class so I had declined his offers. Captain Townley was about 5 years older than I am, and at 6'3" about an inch taller. He looked terrific: a lot more buff than I remembered. He had a handsome face, steel blue eyes and a killer smile. "You been keeping yourself in shape Lieutenant?" "Yes, sir. I do my PT every day and the weight-training program I've been in has added about 20 pounds to me, sir. I right a 220 and it's all muscle, Sir." "Good, you'll need every ounce of muscle and strength for the mission I have to train you for. We'll get to the details on that after you have had a chance to settle in. I'll see you in your quarters at 1800 hours and be dressed for indoor PT." I spent the rest of the day going to the dining hall, stopping at the PX and getting acclimated to my new surroundings. 1800 hours came and there was a knock on my door. It was Captain Townley and I could not believe how built this guy was. Seems he had spent time in the weight room also. His chest was huge and so were his arms and calves. I was afraid to seem like I was inspecting his body. His dark hair was cut very close to the sides of his head and his hair on top was 'Ranger length'. He had a look in his eyes that made me realize something unusual was up. "Let me get my fatigue jacket and we can be off to the gym," I said. "Not necessary, Lieutenant. We'll be able to conduct maneuvers right here in your room. In fact it will work out for the best." Now I was really confused. "Lt. Martin, I need to find out if you can be compromised in any way by the enemy, should you be taken prisoner." Captain Townley then pushed me backwards. I didn't budge an inch, so he grabbed me and pressed his lips against mine. His warm moist tongue darted over my mouth, and he didn't stop till I relented and allowed it to invade my mouth. His tongue set off a tingly feeling throughout my body. God, he smelled great also. I couldn't believe that I was letting a guy do me like this. It was a mixed feeling of seemingly obeying orders, and being asked to do something that I always thought I would find repulsive at best. As Townley squeezed my chest with his strong hands, I began to melt and he guided me over to the bed. "Captain Townley, what is going on? What kind of training is this?" "I’ve been given permission to enlist the duty of a junior officer to my staff, and once I got the approval for it, I knew it had to be you. I remembered how hot you were back in college, how I always wanted to fuck with you then, but knew I had to wait for the right time. Well, the right time has come." "But Captain..." "None of that “Captain” shit when we are screwing each other, got it? I can't wait till I feel that Kyle cock stuffed up and pumping my ass." My first inclination was to fight this guy off, but I wasn't sure I could. I also had to worry about other repercussions of not giving this queer captain what he wanted. I decided to go along with him for a while, and perhaps even get a blowjob from a superior officer. Townley was all over my body, doing things that until now I had dreaded. His strong hands, his tongue were everywhere and it began to excite me. Finally he began to stroke my nuts and cock and I let out a huge moan. "That's right, Kyle. You like this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." Townley smiled at me, licked his lips, and he pushed my legs apart and began to lick, suck and blow on my now fully hardened 10-inch cock. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned out loud. "Good Martin, I like it when you moan. Man you have some fantastic legs," he said as he spread them even farther apart. Matt Townley then forced his finger into my easy access ass and I jumped out of my skin: No one and nothing had ever been in there except for a few doctors giving rectal exams. I just groaned, and he easily lifted my ass into the air pushing my legs toward my head and his tongue licked between my cheeks. He spread them with his masterful and experienced hands, his tongue was forcing its way into my shit chute. Between that and the continued rimming I was finding that what Townley was doing turned me on. Finally, Captain Matt began blowing air into my ass and then opening my hole with his fingers to let it out. Townley eased me down and immediately grabbed my hard cock and said it needed some attention. He stroked me, gently at first, and then whipped my stick so that both it and me were in a frenzy. His hands were soaked with my precum. Just as I thought I was going to blow my wad all over, he stopped and just grabbed my chest and squeezed my tits. Then he chewed on my nipples causing a sensation of pain to run through my entire body. He swiveled his body around and told me to do whatever I wanted. He worked my cock and balls again, both with his mouth and hands. He stuck his fingers up my butt, but still did not let me shoot. All I did was an amateurish sucking of his monster cock: it was my first 69. My nuts hurt and I desperately wanted to cum, so I begged him to let me shoot my load. "Not yet: I don't want any of your Kyle-cum until you have been fucked by me for a while. So, what do you want me to do to you?" In a soft voice I said, "Fuck me. Sir." "I can't hear you Martin." I yelled, "Fuck me, Sir! Please fuck me!" Captain Townley then worked me onto my back, hoisted my legs up and apart and began to ram his 12-inch gun into my virgin butt. At first it hurt, but when I realized he only had inserted the giant mushroom head and was only about 3 inches in I said, "Is that all there is?" Townley then began ramming my butt harder and in about three good thrusts he was totally inside me with his foot long Army arsenal of cock. He worked my ass over for about 15 minutes, then grabbed my still hard cock and squeezed it, pumped it and this time he let the juices flow. "Kyle, my Army Ranger boy slut with your 'Martin milk' flowing out. That's just how I imagined you'd be; only you are better than I imagined you’d be." Matt milked me dry and continued to plow me for a good hour. Three more times he drained me of all my male milk and when he was done he just rested his magnificent body next to me. He was spent, so I thought I would pull rank on him, just to see what would happen. Over the next two hours, I had my way with Townley. I made him hold his precious 'Captain's cream' until I was ready for it. I fucked his Townley love tunnel and returned the favor of draining him at least 4 times. Townley taught me things that night I never dreamed I could do or want to do, but I did. That was six months ago and Captain Townley and I have since transferred to a new unit, but we are together. Each night Townley and I get together for special training sessions. It doesn't matter whether we are on post or in the field: Townley knows what orders to give, but always leaves room for me disobey or pull rank.