Brian : big story

 This is the story of what happened on the night of our squadron Christmas
party. There were about eighteen people who worked in my immediate
office and, out of the entire group (mostly married men,) there was only
one that I had the hots for. His name was James, and I had it bad for him.
He was around 27 years old, married and had two little twin daughters.
Remember when I mentioned in an earlier story about liking low-brow,
neanderthol types? Well, James was a perfect speciman. Smile. He had
a body like a wrestler (thick and muscular,) dark brown hair and very
intense, dark brown eyes. He was perhaps an inch shorter than me, but
easily outweighed me by thirty pounds (of solid muscle!) He also had an
incredible bulge between his legs, and looked like he probably fucked like
a wild animal. Damn, I wanted him BAD!

James arrived in England about six months after me, and we immediately
hit it off. The only way I can really describe it is to say that we had VERY
compatible chemistry. We became best buddies at work, and often went
to the chow hall for lunch together. He always went directly home to his
wife and kids after work, but from 7:30 - 4:30, he was mine. Smile.

Over the months, he caught me checking out his crotch from time to time
and, although he never said anything, I never got the impression that it
bothered him. James had a good sized ego, and I think he secretly liked
seeing people check out his "equipment." Don't get me wrong, he wasn't
conceited, but he was nice looking... and he definitely knew it.

Since the hospital was such a large sqaudron, our yearly Christmas party
was held at the base rec. center. It was always wall to wall people, with
lots of drinking, lots of dancing and (for those of us who were gay) LOTS
of heavy eye contact. It always ended up being a good time, even though
(the week before) everyone complained endlessly about having to attend.

The last one I attended (just a month before I left,) ended up being very
memorable. Since I was about to leave England, I decided to break my
golden rule, about not drinking heavily at military functions, and have a
good time that night. Although I didn't get completely shit faced, I was
definitely feeling no pain.

James was there with the warthog (that's what I affectionately called his
wife,) and he looked great. He was wearing a pair of pleated black dress
slacks, and a burgundy wool sweater. His cock looked incredible in those
pants and, when he put both hands in his pockets, you could see the
outline of it hanging in his right pants leg. After a few drinks, I couldn't
take my eyes off it. James noticed. Smile.

Around midnight I switched to drinking Coke and, not used to drinking so
much alcohol, by 1am I was beginning to get sleepy. I was sitting with a
couple of my co-workers (watching Brian practically fuck some chick on
the dancefloor,) when James clamped a hand on my shoulder and said...

" You okay, buddy? It looks like you're about to nod off. "

I told him that I was tired, and ready to head home. Noticing I was in no
shape to drive, his wife (bless her little heart) told James he should give
me a ride to the barracks. Smile.

Twenty minutes later, James had pulled his car into the barracks parking
lot and turned the engine off. I told him that I could certainly handle it from
there, but he insisted on making sure that I made it to my room (I wasn't
THAT drunk!)

Walking into my room, I turned to say thanks and bumped into him. He
had followed me in and was standing directly behind me. Embarrassed,
but blaming it on the booze, I said...

" Sorry. Did you wanna come in? "

Looking around, he answered...

" I just want to see what your room looks like. I've never been in these
barracks before. "

I closed the door behind him while he walked around our tiny cubicle of a
room and checked it out. He made a few casual comments...

" Not bad. Not bad at all. "

Right. I sat down on the edge of my bed and checked out his cute little
butt as he pulled back the drapes and peeked out the window. Having
satisfied his curiosity, he walked back and leaned against the desk, facing
me. He asked a few mundane questions, like...

" Does the noise get pretty bad? "

and...

" Do they have quite a few wild parties? "

His arms were crossed while we chatted, and every few minutes he'd drop
one hand and give his bulge a little pull. He watched me glance down
each time he did it, then paused one time to slowly rub his dick with his
thumb a little. It was driving me nuts! I knew he wanted it, but I didn't
know how to make a move on him. Damn, I worked with the dude every
day! If I was misreading his signals, and made a move on him, things
could get VERY awkward at work.

Seeing that I was scared to do anything, he changed the topic of our
conversation...

" Well, just another month and you'll be headed back to the good old US."

We chatted about my impending departure for a couple minutes before he
dropped a hand to pull on his dick and asked...

" Is there anything you still want to do before you leave England? "

Damn! Obviously HE wasn't scared to make a move! I watched him pull
down on his cock (which was getting bigger,) then locked eyes with him.
He quickly added...

" I mean, like another trip to London, or tour a few more castles... shit like
that. "

Picking up on his lead, I glanced back down at his dick...

" Yeah. There's a few things I'd still like to do. "

Still rubbing it, he smiled and asked...

" Oh yeah, like what? "

I glanced back down...

" Oh... another trip to London, tour a few more castles... maybe... "

I was actually thinking about saying "suck your dick," but was suddenly
struck by how ridiculous that would sound, and laughed. He stopped
rubbing his cock (probably scared I was laughing at him,) and said...

" Maybe... what? "

I felt my face turn red as I smiled at him, not sure what to say. He crossed
his arms, smiled and asked again...

" Go ahead... what? "

I looked at him for a moment, debating, then grinned and said...

" Come here. "

Arms still crossed, he stood up and walked over to stand directly in front of
me. Feeling really stupid, I looked at his half hard cock bulging through
his pants for a moment before clearing my throat and slowly putting my
hand on it. Scared to look up at him, I just began rubbing it slowly. He
didn't make a sound, but also didn't pull away, so I squeezed his growing
shaft and gave it a long stroke through his pants. He pushed his hips
forward in a slow thrust, so I took a chance and looked up at him.

Arms still crossed, he was looking down at my hand on his bulge.
Evidently seeing uncertainty in my face, he said very softly...

" That feels pretty good. "

That's all I needed to hear! A couple minutes later his pants were around
his ankles and his arms were braced against the upper bunk as he hornily
humped his bone into my mouth. He had an incredible cock. It was about
seven inches long, and curved sharply upward. I mean SHARPLY
upward. To suck it, I had to let the top of my head rub against his
stomach! It was amazing and, yes, he fucked my mouth like some kind of
wild animal in heat. Damn, what a hot blowjob that was!

When he finally grunted and came, it felt like gallons. The streams of
sperm just kept coming and coming as he groaned and gasped, fucking
his load into me. By the time he finished and slowly pulled out, he was out
of breath and panting. His stiff, curved cock stood up, with the head
resting against his stomach, and he reached down to stroke it a little as he
squeezed a few final strings of cum from it.

Releasing his cock and leaning his head against the top bunk (his eyes
closed,) he sighed and said...

" I've been needing that all night. "

Smiling, I said...

" Really? "

He opened his eyes and looked down at me...

" I'm just about the horniest fucker on this planet. "

I chuckled as he pulled free from the bed and reached for his pants. His
curved bone was still too hard for his pants to zip over it, so he sat down
next to me on the bed. He pulled on it, then released it, letting the head
slap against his stomach. What a cock! We chatted for a few minutes as
it slowly got soft, then he stood up and pushed it down his pants leg and
zipped. It was still about half hard, and looked great bulging in his pants. I
could make out the ridge of his head, and wished he'd decide to stay for
another quick suck job before he returned to the party. No such luck.

We found ourselves making awkward conversation as he looked for a way
to say he needed to leave. Giving him an out, I simply walked to the door
and opened it for him. Grateful, he quickly said...

" Yeah, I'd better be getting back. "

We exchanged "goodnights," and I thanked him for the ride. He gave me
a grin and said...

" No... thank you!"

We both laughed at that, then he said that he'd see me at work on
Monday and left. Bummer. I was still horny. Smile. My head aching
slightly from the alcohol, I layed down on the bed for a few minutes,
contemplating jacking my dick, and fell asleep.

I didn't know it, but the night was far from over.