My American Soldier

I was tired when I landed at Frankfurt Airport. Fortunately, I got through Immigration quickly and not long thereafter I checked into the Sheraton Airport Hotel inside the airport building.

Before going up to bed, I checked out the hotel bar. I saw a good looking American soldier and sat down next to him. We chatted along and I offered him a drink. He was on his way home after having been stationed in Germany for a year. Darn good looking guy, half Puerto Rican, muscular. About my same size, same built. I would love to be fucked by him.

“Where are you staying?” I asked him.
“I’ve no place to sleep”, he answered. If that wasn’t a hint, what else would be, so I asked him whether he would like to share my room.

When I locked the door behind us, I all of a sudden felt uneasy. I had assumed that Manuel was gay but now I wasn’t so sure anymore. We stood at the window overlooking the tarmac and I put an arm around his shoulder. I felt him stiffen. “Oh God, what have I done!”

Manuel started to undress slowly, taking off his clothes except his underwear. He folded them neatly on a chair. I stripped completely naked, making Manuel quite uneasy. He was trying not to look at me, but I saw him peeking stealthily. He was about to go to bed when I ordered him to take off his T-shirt.

“Why?” he asked.

“Do what I told you”.

My tone of voice was that of an officer and I knew that a private would follow orders. I looked straight at him, adding:

“You’ve nothing to hide, have you?”

Hesitantly he took his T-shirt off, showing me his beautiful, nearly hairless, bronzed torso. Not one ounce of fat. His biceps and triceps were clearly delineated. Veins were running from his wrist all the way to his mighty chest. He must spend hours at the gym, pushing twice the amount of weights I do. I was getting a hard-on.

“Now take off your dog tag”

“Never” He looked at me daringly, and I saw in his eyes that he would not give in.

“It’s an order”

It was a battle of our minds and I was determined to win it. Slowly I stretched out my hand to receive his dog tag. He hesitated, took it off and laid it in my hand. I continued to look him straight in the eyes and hung it around my neck. I had won the battle, but not yet the war.

“Now take off your shorts”

He didn’t move. A long silence followed. He looked at me defiantly and I started to stare him down. My look told him that he better obey. I stood fully erect, my head slightly tilted backward to confirm my superiority. This was the moment the war was going to be decided. After a long while, I saw him wavering and I concentrated hard to make him surrender. At long last he turned around, bent over and stepped out of his shorts. His butt was gorgeous, but he squeezed his ass shut, to keep anything, anyone out. His defiance made me hotter by the moment.

“Now turn around!”

I had broken his will and he obeyed almost immediately. He put his hands in front of his dick but couldn’t hide his erection. I saw fear in his eyes and if there is anything that turns me on, it is fear. This guy was afraid of what would be next, and he better be: he didn’t know yet what I had in store for him.

“Hands alongside your body!”

His dick jumped up and was magnificent. I slowly walked around him, inspecting my prey. I now saw him in his entirety. The chiseled muscles of his ripped abdomen and his butts were as gorgeous as his dick. A total knock out, this guy. I’d never fucked anyone that beautiful! His uniform had hid this gorgeous body. My dick doubled in size. His eyes begged for mercy.

I felt jubilant: In no time had I subdued this warrior, even without touching him! He had completely surrendered to me and from now on he would do whatever I would want him to do. What a night this would be!

“Give me your shorts” I ordered him.

He did. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. A wet spot was showing on my (his) shorts and I knew that precum had started flowing: “Was it his or mine?” I wondered. One by one he handed me the remaining garments and I put them on. It totally turned me on. I felt the exhilarating touch of his rough uniform. He was staring at me, not knowing what to do, what to say. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an American soldier looking back at me. I started to sweat. In the mirror I could see Manuel standing behind me, getting excited.

I turned around and took Manuel in my arms, brushed my rough uniform against his fully erect dick. My dick rolled back and forth over his, separated only by my uniform. My hands moved to his butts, pulling them part and towards me to increase the friction between us. He started to moan and I felt his hands on my butts. I bent over to give him a kiss, but he abruptly pulled back and screamed: “I’m not a faggot, man”.

All of a sudden I was scared shit and close to panic. I took a deep breath, got control over my fear and, as calmly as possible, asked him whether he wanted to leave or stay. To my surprise he decided to stay. He would sleep at one end of the king size bed, I at the other.

I couldn’t sleep; I was too nervous, and too confused by the conflicting messages. Manuel had obviously loved it when I’d pulled his butt apart, rolled my dick against his. So, why did he become so upset when I wanted to kiss him? I guess Manuel couldn’t sleep either as I heard him toss and turn. After an hour or so, I whispered: “You are not asleep yet, are you?”

“I was thinking of my German girlfriend. We were having sex every night, and now I won’t see her again.”

“I hope that you didn’t get her pregnant.”

“Of course not, she always wanted to be fucked from the back.”

After a long silence, he added:

“I’ve always wanted to feel what it is like to be fucked that way.”