Brian : big story

 The week following the party in the MP barracks, the entire base
participated in a readiness exercise. In other words, we played war
games all week. We had to work 12 hour shifts during the exercise (7 - 7),
and most squadrons on base were divided into two shifts; a day and a
night shift. I was fortunate enough to get posted on a day shift, whereas
Brian wasn't so lucky and got stuck working nights.

Exercises really sucked. Besides having to maintain your normal work
load, you also had to participate in a variety of war readiness games.
Working in the hospital squadron, I got the pleasure of participating in two
mass casualty exercises and a mock field hospital deployment. Also,
throughout the entire week the base was placed under a high biological
alert, which meant you had to lug your chem gear everywhere you went. It
really sucked, and by the end of your shift all you wanted to do was drag
yourself home and fall into bed.

That week was especially rough on Brian. Working nights put a serious
damper on his being able to pick up pussy at the club. Although, since we
worked opposite shifts, I barely saw him that week, I knew he was
probably going nuts. That Wednesday night I found out just how badly he
needed sex. Smile.

I was sound asleep when Brian came to the room on his dinner break that
night. It was a little after 1am when he came stumbling in, noisily dragging
his chem gear behind him, and the commotion woke me up. I listened to
him swear quietly under his breath for a few minutes before he realized I
was awake, then he stopped and apologized for making so much noise.

Still bleary eyed and tired, I attempted to drift back into sleep, but Brian
kept rattling on (complaining) about work until I was wide awake. I stayed
in bed, listening to his chatter as he wolfed down cold pizza from our tiny
fridge, then kicked back to relax a little before having to face dragging his
chem gear back to work.

I knew his complaining would eventually turn to the subject of having to go
all week without sex, and I was right. Before long he was groping his dick
through his uniform, telling me how badly he needed to get laid. I was
trying to get up the nerve to ask if he wanted a blowjob when he suddenly
brought up our encounter of the previous weekend with Gary, the MP.
Pulling on his dick (which was getting hard,) he said...

" I wish that Gary dude we met over next door was here... "

He stroked his cock through his pants...

" I'd tear his ass up right now. "

I was just about to ask if he'd settle for getting his dick sucked when he
looked over at me and said, very seriously...

" How about letting me fuck your ass real quick. "

Damn! I thought he was kidding at first, but his face was stone sober and
he was holding his cock against his leg with one hand, stroking it through
his uniform with the other, anxiously waiting for my answer.

I'd only bottomed a few times in my entire life, and it certainly wasn't on my
list of favorite things to do, so I countered him...

" How about a blowjob? "

His response came so fast it made me laugh. In one swift move he was
across the room, unbuttoning his pants, and climbing on my bed. He
didn't even let me get up! He straddled my body, pulling his cock out, and
hunched forward, pushing it down into my mouth. He had to lean over
because of the top bunk, but simply gripped the bedposts and began
thrusting. Damn!

At that angle, it was hard to take him without choking, but hearing me
struggle a little didn't seem to bother him in the least. The only thing he
cared about at that point was getting off. He grunted and shoved,
whispering comments every so often...

" Yeah, that feels good. Yeah, suck that big cock. "

I fought back my gag reflex and tried to relax as his long dick slid in and
out of my throat. I could feel the buttons of his pants brush against my
face with each long thrust, and the smell of his sweat flooded my senses
as he anxiously worked to get his nut.

Just as I was able to relax enough so I could enjoy the feel of his big cock
pumping into my mouth, Brian began picking up speed and warned me...

" I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum. "

Suddenly he groaned (very loudly) and I felt his long cock spasm in my
mouth as the first load of thick cum blasted down my throat. His thrusting
stopped, and he grunted with each spurt of cum as his nuts emptied
themselves inside me. When his big dick finished its work, he let out a
loud sigh of relief and slowly eased back on his knees. He watched his
cock slide out of my mouth, still oozing cum, and groaned again when I
picked it up and tongued the head, licking the last strings of his creamy
juice off it.

When I'd finished licking him clean, he let out a tired groan as he crawled
off the bed, stood up and struggled to tuck his big dick back in his uniform.
He said "thanks" and gave me a smile as he buttoned his pants, and I
motioned for him to come closer. His softening cock looked incredible
bulging through his uniform, and I couldn't resist the urge to feel it with my
hand. He stood beside the bed and let me fondle his softening cock for a
few moments, then said that he needed to head back to work. He gave
me a half smile and added...

" If you get me hard again, I'll be late. "

I smiled and couldn't resist asking...

" Why? "

He grinned as he collected his gear...

" Because my cock will be in your mouth again. "

Damn! Suddenly I wanted him to be late. Smile. The week wasn't over
yet, and Friday night I was going to have another late night rendezvous
with Brian that I wouldn't soon forget.