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The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant.

About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled stop in Phoenix. There is nothing to be alarmed about!”

Shit! I’m going to die in a fucking airplane! The lieutenant didn’t seem to care one way or another whether he got anywhere alive or not.

After making what I think was a fucking emergency landing, a spokesman from the military came on board. “Gentlemen, it looks as if we’re going to have to spend the night here in Phoenix. If you’ll just be patient for a few moments, I’m attempting to make lodging arrangements.

About 90 minutes passed before we saw the spokesman came back on board. By now the plane had heated up, and I was in desperate need of a cigarette.

“Okay gentlemen, to simplify matters, you will bunk with your seat mate this evening. As you deplane, I will hand you an envelope with contains your room assignment at the hotel within the airport. So pick up your luggage at the baggage claim … and have a nice evening!”

Since the lieutenant and I had hardly spoken, it became mandatory to at least introduce ourselves to each other, given the fact we would be roommates for the evening. That said however, the first thing I did upon exiting the plane was to stop at a bar, get a beer, and have a cigarette. By now it was mid-afternoon and I was hungry … so I ordered off the sandwich menu, had another beer, and several more cigarettes. Finally, I headed towards baggage claim, collected my bag, and walked the concourse to the airport hotel. Opening the envelope at the elevator, I was assigned to room 1125.

Upon entering the hotel room, I noticed the lieutenant had dropped of some his luggage. I unpacked several items, took a dump, washed my face, and decided to go for a walk around the airport. Afternoon turned to evening, and I grabbed some slices of pizza at one of those airport concessions.

Returning to my room at approximately 2100 hours, I opened the door only to find the lieutenant perched on one of the beds, still in his uniform.

“So tell me private, where you off to?” I explained where I was going and what I’d be doing at my new command.

“Well private, that’s interesting … I’m headed to the east coast.” We continued to have small talk, while the television reported all the misery in the world. By 2200 hours, I was tired and wanted to hit the rack.

“I think I’ll take a shower, lieutenant … that won’t disturb you … will it sir?”

“No … go ahead.” I walked around to the bathroom, removed my clothes and hung them up in the closet. Entering the shower, I lathered up and was tempted to jack off but thought better of the idea. Suddenly the shower curtain opened and there stood the lieutenant … naked!

“Mine if I join you, private?”

“Ah … I guess not … sir.” The lieutenant entered the shower and I switched places, giving him the benefit of the showerhead. He began to lather up as I just stood there, dripping wet. Since I still had soap all over my body, it would be pretty difficult to exit the shower gracefully.

“Turn around private … I’ll wash your back.” While I wasn’t completely clear whether or not this was a direct order, I nonetheless followed his instructions. He began to wash my back, moving slowly towards my bubble butt. I felt the lieutenant’s hands move in a clockwise position around my cheeks. The lieutenant was clearly up to something. Suddenly he stopped and directed me to turn around, which I did.

“You’re pretty hot, private … you know that?”

“Ah … thank you sir …” The captain then began moving his soapy hands all over my pecs, moving down towards my abs. My dick started to get hard.

“Does this turn you on, private?”

“Ah … apparently.” My dick was now fully erect. The captain grabbed my manhood and started jacking me off. I must admit, it felt pretty good.

“Nice cock, private.” As he continued to masturbate me, the captain tried to kiss me on the lips, but I resisted.

“Oh … sorry, private.” The lieutenant obviously recognized my limits with respect to following orders. Frankly, I was getting a bit hot as the lieutenant stroked my rock hard dick. He leaned against my chest, rubbing his pecs against mine. We looked each other in the eye, but didn’t speak.

After several minutes of the lieutenant jacking me off, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Ah … captain, I’m about to cum!” The captain continued masturbating me, ever so slowly.

“LIEUTENANT! Here it comes!” I let loose with a load of cum, which immediately went down the drain as the shower head continued to spray water. The lieutenant then rinsed himself off and turned me around to do likewise for me. My dick was still hard and frankly, rather red from the workout the lieutenant had administered.

I crawled out of the shower first and grabbed a towel to dry off. The lieutenant followed. I walked back into the room with the towel around my waist, followed by the lieutenant who hadn’t bothered to cover himself. He planted himself on his bed, dick side up. No words were spoken for about two minutes.

“Come here, private … give me some pleasure.” Well, why not? Sucking cock wasn’t the worst thing to befall me in the military. I moved onto the lieutenant’s bed and positioned myself between his legs, as the lieutenant put his hands behind his head.

“Suck my dick, private … suck it good!” I lifted the captain’s black penis up and began stroking it. As it started to rise, I was horrified at the size of his cock. It seemed to get bigger and bigger as I continued to suck the lieutenant’s cock.

I began sucking the lieutenant’s now huge cock, slowly at first and then faster. Might as well get this over with. I swear to god, the lieutenant’s dick must have been at least 10 inches long … and a fat one at that. Several minutes passed, as the lieutenant occasionally moaned. Suddenly, the lieutenant lifted my head off his cock.

“Turn around private … on all fours. I’m going fuck your ass!”

“Not with that weapon, lieutenant! NO WAY!”

“That’s an order private … NOW POSITION YOURSELF FOR A FUCKING!” I turned around and planted myself on all fours. This was going to hurt!

Before I knew what was happening, the lieutenant inserted his throbbing dick into my asshole. It hurt like hell. But I took it like a man, just as the sergeant had taught me. Within two minutes however, the lieutenant pulled out, grabbed his cock, and sprayed cum all over the sheets.

“Very good, private!” I was still on all fours. “And since my bed is a mess, I’ll take yours. That’s okay with you, isn’t it private?”

“Ah … yes sir, I guess so.” The lieutenant promptly went to sleep, while I was stuck in a bed drenched with cum. I guess rank has its privileges.

The following morning, the lieutenant didn’t say a word, as we both got ready to leave. It was like nothing had happened.

Boarding the plane, I tried to change seats but was told that would be impossible. So there I sat, next to the lieutenant, who didn’t say a word on the flight to Oklahoma City.

Arriving at the base in Oklahoma City, I checked in with the officer of the day, who assigned me to a barracks, which unfortunately was not as nice as the one in San Diego. First, there were no private rooms, only a large open space with bunks and lockers. This sucked!

After unpacking, I had instructions to walk over to the supply depot, where I would presumably meet my new commander.

“What can I do for you?” A corporal was at the desk, looking as if he had nothing to do.

“Ah … I’m Private Cooper … reporting for duty.”

“Oh … Cooper … yes, we’ve been expecting you.” The corporal didn’t bother to introduce himself. “Ah … look … we’ve got four other guys coming in … so take the rest of the day off and report back here tomorrow at 0800. Okay?”

“Sure, corporal … see you tomorrow.”

I found the chow hall and ate dinner. Returning to the barracks, I met a few guys who invited me to go with them to the NCO club for a few beers--sounded good to me.

Returning to the barracks at about 2330 hours, it was clear I’d had too much to drink. I promptly passed out in my bunk.

The following morning, I awoke at 0630 with a hang over. Maybe a shower would help. I grabbed me stuff and headed towards the restrooms. There were several guys in the communal shower, hamming it up. Obviously they didn’t have a headache like mine. I quickly showered and shaved, and then returned to the barracks to get dressed. I then joined several guys who were heading for chow.

Right before 0800, I entered the supply depot where I spotted the corporal. “In there Cooper … I’ll be in shortly.” Entering another room, there were four other guys sitting at small desks. The corporal came in right after me.

“Okay men, welcome to the supply depot. Before we get started, there are a few administrative things to take care of.

The corporal rattled off a few housekeeping issues, none of which I was interested in whatsoever. Once that was over, the corporal outlined our duties. This wasn’t exactly what I went to supply school for.

“Okay men, every morning I want the warehouse floor spotless! At approximately 1000 hours, the supply trucks will start to arrive. Your job is to assist in unloading, and moving the cargo to the correct shelving. At approximately 1100 hours, all requisitions will need to be filled and loaded onto the trucks. Does everyone understand?”

We all kind of nodded our heads, as the corporal left the room, reminding us that he would be supervising us periodically.

By noon, the warehouse was empty of any activity, so the bunch of us went to chow. Returning at 1300 hours, the corporal informed us that there would be a card game in the warehouse office. I guess this might be ‘cherry’ duty as the sergeant had told me from California.

That evening, several of the guys headed to the gym to work out. I decided to join them, as my entire body was turning to flab. After about two hours of intense bodybuilding, most of us went to the locker room for a shower.

“Hey Coup!” It was my new found friend, Frankland. I’d met him that morning, and we seemed to hit it off immediately. “You want to sit in the steam room for a while?”

“Yeah … why not?” Seemed like a perfectly good idea to me. Frankland started to undress as I headed to the urinal to take a piss. Returning to the locker area, Frankland was walking towards the steam room … totally naked! I pretended not to notice, as I undressed myself, wrapped a towel around me, and walked towards the steam room.

Once in the steam room, I removed my towel and sat next to Frankland. The steam was rather thick, as Frankland and I shoot the shit. Turns out we both had been in California at about the same time, but of course had never run into each other. Several minutes later, the corporal from the supply depot entered the steam room and took a seat across from Frankland and myself. The three of us continued to shoot the shit … military talk so to speak … as the steam penetrated our skin. By now, my dick had shriveled up almost nothing, but with the steam so thick, I don’t think anyone noticed.

“I’m out of here, Coup … to fuck’in hot!” Frankland stood up and left, leaving the corporal and me. The steam felt really good, since I was trying to get over a sinus cold … maybe I’d be rehabilitated once and for all. The corporal stopped talking and shut his eyes, apparently soaking up the steam. I got a glimpse of his penis … like mine it had also shriveled up. Small world. Several more minutes passed, in silence.

Suddenly, the corporal stood up and took Frankland’s seat next to me. “You know, Cooper, I can make life pretty sweet for you … if you get my drift.”

“How’s that, corporal?” I knew exactly what he had in mind. Is every man in the military on the make?

“Well Cooper …” The corporal reached down and started rubbing his cock. It did not go without notice.

“So what’s in it for me?” If I were to suck the corporal’s dick, I needed to know the reward.

“Well … for starters, I can make sure you are assigned to the office … give you some slack duty.”

“How do I know you have that authority?” Might as well quiz the corporal, least he’s lying.

“Look you dickhead … I run that warehouse … got it?”

“Okay … I’ll suck your dick, but not here … we could be caught!”

“Don’t be silly Cooper … now lean down and suck my cock!” I reached for the corporal’s dick, leaned down, and started to suck the corporal off. His dick got immediately hard, as I swallowed his entire manhood. The corporal grabbed my head and guided me back and forth on his expanding rod. Several minutes passed, as I accommodated the corporal. My own dick had now expanded to its fullest.

“Keep sucking, Cooper … I’m almost there!” Hopefully, the corporal would notify me of his impending explosion.

“Here it comes!” I immediately lifted my mouth off his rock hard dick and finished off the corporal by masturbating him to climax. What a mess! The corporal grabbed his towel and wiped off his load. I still had a hard on.

“You’re pretty good at that, Cooper!”

“Yeah … thanks.” The corporal stood up and told me to meet him in the showers. But first I had to eliminate my erection.

Being alone in the steam room, I commenced to jack off … which felt incredible, given the temperature of the room. I put both knees up on the bench and stuck my finger up my ass, continuing to masturbate myself all the while. Within minutes, I exploded, leaving a mess on the steam room floor. I suppose this has happened before.

Joining the corporal in the showers, we acted as if nothing had happened. I just hoped the corporal could deliver on his promise.

That evening I hit the rack … somewhat tired after the workout at the gym. I was drifting off to sleep when it occurred to me. If half the military was queer, then I might as well take advantage of the situation. Right then and there, I decided to … SLEEP MY WAY TO THE TOP OF THIS MAN’S ARMY!”

Part 4 to follow