During my last year in the Air Force I was assigned temporary duty in South Florida, where I had many incredible sexual experiences. I also met the woman I would later marry, and I was going out with her occasionally between other lovers. When my four-year tour of duty was about to end, I had to go back to my official duty location in eastern North Carolina for out-processing.
I arrived at the Air Force Base in North Carolina late on a Sunday evening. As I recalled from the time I had spent there prior to my assignment in Florida, there was very little to do. I checked in at the base and was assigned temporary quarters. Early the following morning I began the tedious process of leaving the Air Force. The week was full of dull meetings, medical and dental visits, and carrying paperwork from one office to another. I was not surprised that the Air Force had scheduled two weeks for out-processing, but in reality I was finished with almost everything by Thursday of the first week.
On the first Monday evening, I found myself in the country/western bar in downtown Goldsboro. I didn't much care for the music, but there were dozens of attractive young women to choose from. I had learned to line dance, so I had no trouble picking up a different woman every night. I spent that weekend at Topsail Beach with a beautiful blond I had met at the bar on Thursday evening. It was an okay weekend -- the sex was very good -- but I wanted something more.
On Monday I had one appointment and was free for the rest of the day. I spent much of my time in an adult video store watching porn. I purchased a couple of swingers magazines and actually thought about trying to hook up with a couple for some group sex. I called a few of the couples but didn't really connect with any of the ones I actually got to speak to. On my way back to the base to prepare for another evening at the country/western bar, I stopped at a convenience store and ended up arranging to pick up the pretty black cashier after she got off work at midnight. We spent a very pleasant night together.
Tuesday night I went out and spent a couple of hours at the country/western place. There was no shortage of women who were willing to jump in bed with me, but I was not in the mood. I headed back to the base early since I had an early morning appointment with my squadron commander.
On the way through town, I noticed someone was following me. It was a man, and I was intrigued. I ended up driving into a public park and stopping at the restroom, where I got out and went inside as he pulled up and parked next to my car. I peed, and as I was washing my hands he came into the bathroom. He was my height, with short brown hair and an athletic build. He was wearing jeans and a Pink Floyd t-shirt. He went to a urinal and peed while I watched him in the mirror.
I turned to face him when he zipped up and turned to the sinks. I nodded and said hello, and he asked how I was doing. I said I was okay and asked him why he was following me. He smiled and said he had to pee too.
I laughed and was about to ask him to come back to the base with me when the door opened and a police officer walked in. We both nodded to the officer and walked outside to our cars.
"I'm Jason," he said as we reached the parking lot.
"Drew," I said, and shook his hand. "Want some company tonight?"
"Sure," Jason replied. "Why don't you follow me back to base and we can watch a movie in my room."
I had suspected that he was also in the Air Force because of his haircut. I quickly agreed to follow him back to base and we were in his room about 10 minutes later.
Jason opened a couple of beers and put on a porn movie. We drank in silence and watched a beautiful blond woman with big tits get fucked by three black men with huge cocks.
"Wish I was her," Jason said after awhile.
"Me too," I replied.
Jason stood. "Let's get naked," he said as he pulled off his shirt.
