Going in Slowly

2/15

I really didn't want to leave Steve that Sunday evening. We kissed deeply at the door but I so badly wanted to stay. Why didn't I suggest I go home and get my uniform and kit and come back? I don't know.

Maybe I just need to decompress and think about everything that happened that weekend.

Back in my dorm, I prepared my uniform and chatted with my roommate but, mostly I thought about Steve.

My roommate even commented that I seemed to be lost in thought and then he joked, "She must have given you a fantastic weekend."

I replied, "He sure did."

"He?"

A brief moment of panic in my brain. "Oops, my secret is out."

My roommate laughed and I cringed a little bit.

He left to go visit with a guy down the hall and I knew he would be gone for a while.

I ensured the door was locked and I stripped to my underwear. Every military dormitory room I lived in had a tall mirror on the door; in order to check our appearance before leaving the room in our uniforms.

But I was checking for marks on my body. And I saw what I already knew, there were hickies on my chest. Thank goodness they were not on my neck.

I think there were scratch marks on my side.

I knew when the guys saw the hickies I would endure endless teasing. Well, only fair, I had done the same to them.

I expect that most of theirs was caused by women but, one never knows.

Taking a shower that night so I wouldn't have to endure the teasing in the morning. Most guys showered in the morning.

I lay in bed that night running the whole weekend through my mind.

When I left on Friday night I had no idea what was going to happen. I thought the whole thing could go badly.

When I left the dorm on Friday evening, I had never sucked a man's cock or had my cock sucked by a man, I had never had a butt plug or dildo used on me, nor I had never been fucked by a man nor had I ever fucked a man.

Here it was Sunday night and I had done all of them. I had some guilt feelings for a few minutes and then I would think I couldn't wait to see Steve and do it all again.

I really couldn't tell what the sum of all my thinking was. Was I in love with Steve or just the sex? I feel asleep thinking about it.

And I woke up thinking about it. I wanted to roll over and put my arm around Stever or he would put his arm around me.

We cuddle and kiss and maybe make love.

I started getting a hardon thinking about it. I really didn't want to jerk off, especially after the weekend I just had. Besides, my roommate was in his bunk across the room.

At work I would think of Steve or something we had done and I would smile.

My boss picked up on it and asked if I had a good weekend and I replied, "The best in my life."

He laughed and pressed for details but I kept it all to myself. Telling him, "You really don't want to know." I had to laugh wondering what his reaction would be to me being a gay porn store and having toys and a real cock in my body.

He picked on me a little bit when all of my coworkers wer there by saying, "Hey guys, Jim got his brains fucked out this weekend." and the ribbing started; It was only fair, I had done the same to them.

I watched the office at noon. I called Steve's office but was told he was in meetings the rest of the day. This was in the olden days, dear readers. No voicemail or answering machines.

A thought ran through my head. Two of the guys were real assholes when it came to women. They would meet, romance, and seduce a woman and then, as you kids say today, ghost them.

One called the office wanting to talk to one of them and I put her on hold and told him she was on the line. He just sat there for five minutes making crude remarks about her and then he pushed the button for the line she was on and picked up the receiver and then hung up.

I hope that guy never found love and if he ever got married, I hope it was to an awful woman.

But the thought ran through my mind, was Steve doing the same thing to me? He seduced me, fucked my brains out and now he was moving on? Another notch in his bedpost?

I tried to put it out of my mind.

At 7:30 that night I tried to call him. I figured that was enough time for him to get home and do his run. He didn't answer.

At that time I didn't have a phone in my room and had to use the pay phone in the dorm.

Next day, I again tried to put it out of my mind. At noon I was walking to the cafeteria for the single enlisted people and I ran into Heidi.

Heidi was the black, short haired woman, who was with another woman in the private club.

We stopped and chatted and she looked around and said, "Last time I saw you, you were dancing and kissing a man. How is that going?"

I guess my smile told her everything she needed to know. I felt I had a friend in Heidi. I really did want someone to talk too.

"Well, it has gone beyond dancing and kissing but, I don't know how far it will keep going. I would like for it to go a long way. But the weekend was the greatest in my life."

Heidi smiled, "I think it will for you, you two seemed like a good couple."

"If you don't mind my asking, are you still with that red head woman I saw you with?"

Heidi laughed and got a gleam in her eye, "Are you really bisexual? Are you interested in her? Well, you can't have her. She is mine, my property, stay away or I will very badly hurt you."

"No, no, that isn't what I meant."

She laughed again, "Good, I have a hard enough time keeping the straight horn dogs away from her. But really, I don't have to worry about her."

"So, it is going very well between you two." I said more as a statement than a question.

"Let's just say you were not the only one that had a great weekend. Except she and I have had several this year."

Even though I had my gay side, my straight side gave me a quick mental picture of black Heidi and the red headed woman nude together in bed and pleasuring each other.

Then I snapped back to reality.

"So, will you two be seeing each other again? Are you a couple? Asked Heidi.

"I sure want to, I would love to see him again but, we didn't really say anything the last time I saw him, even though I spent the weekend with him. I've tried calling him and left a message at his office but haven't gotten a reply yet."

"Do you think I'm too eager or was I just a fling? God, I sound like a whiny bitch." I said.

"Cool off, man, cool off. I think I know gay men enough to know that he wants to be with you. If you are calling him every hour on the hour then, yeah, you are being a pain. There is probably a good reason you haven't been able to get a hold of him." Heidi said.

Then she asked, "You got some cash or your checkbook?"

It was the first of the month and I had money and told her so.

"Do you know his address?"

"Yes."

"Come on, let's go to the flower shop."

I don't know about today but, back in the 70s Bolling Air Force Base had a flower shop in the Exchange. I had used it before to send flowers to my mother.

It was run by a man that appeared to be in his late 50s and he seemed to know Heidi well. They made some very familiar comments to each other.

Then Heidi gave me a good scare when she looked about the shop and said, "My friend here wants to send flowers to his new boyfriend."

I was stunned and didn't know what to say, so I quickly looked around the shop for other Air Force guys.

"Relax," said the man,"you are not the first man to send flowers to another man from this shop." Nor woman to woman, eh, Heidi."

Heidi smiled and said, "Nope, I've sent my share to other women."

"Indeed you have, you are good for business." the man laughed.

"It is OK, he is gay too." Heidi added.

"I sure am sweetie, I sure am."

Heidi helped me pick out something nice, not too big, not too flashy.

I wrote a note, "Thanks for the best weekend in my whole life, so far! Who knows what other weekends will bring?"

Then I added, "Love Jim."

I showed it to Heidi and asked, "Not too bold or needed?"

"I think that is fine."

Then I arranged for the flowers to be delivered to Steve's office. The florists said that he had no other orders at present and they would be delivered in the next three hours.

As I walked back to my office I was hoping none of my fears of me just being a fling for him were true. I thought of calling him again that afternoon and when I got home from work I gave it more thought.

I was thinking if he got the flowers he should be calling me at my office but, no.

I let it go for the night and went to sleep wondering. Next morning I woke and was horny more than lonely. That is the trouble with great sex is it just makes you want more great sex.

Well, my roommate was there and I knew him well enough that I knew he was more awake than asleep. So, I couldn't jerk off, oh well, the pains of living in a repressed society.

In the back of my mind I was hoping Steve would call my office today and ask me to come over.

I waited all day for a call that didn't come. Such disappointment.

Wednesday came and at Eight thirty a.m. he called. Finally!

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"Good, you?"

"I got your flowers, very thoughtful, thank you, no one has ever done that for me before."

"Not too girly is it?"

He laughed, "No, you swept me off my feet, mister."

"I tried calling and I left a message at your office. I didn't want to be a big pest."

"No, no, let me explain. I came to work Monday and got a call about noon and my father was in the hospital with what they thought was a heart attack. I had to go home and didn't have your number."

"Is he OK?"

"Yes, it wasn't a heart attack. Angina I think."

"Ok, well, I would say that is good but, I don't know much about angina, serious?"

"Can be but, nothing for you to worry about."

"Ok." Then about the time work walked in the door. "Sorry, work just walked in, I have to go. When can I call you today?"

"Well, I got some work to catch up on myself. After work I want to go running."

Steve continued, "It was my best weekend ever. And thanks for the flowers."

"Well, don't be too thankful, I can't afford to buy you a car."

"Hey mister, are you trying to get into my pants?"

"Every chance I get."

Steve laughed, "Well,speaking of getting into my pants."

"Why don't you pack an overnight bag and bring a uniform and just stay at my place tonight?"

"Oh Steve, I would love that. Can I please?"

"Yes, oh yes, I don't know why I didn't ask you to stay Sunday night. But come over at about Seven o'clock."

"I can't wait."

"Ok, see you then."

My heart soared! My smile went ear to ear.

My supervisor picked up on it at once that something good had happened to me. "Oh, your girlfriend called, did she invite you to spend the night with her tonight?"

"Well, let me just say I might be late for work tomorrow morning."

He laughed.

I was so excited that at lunch I went home and packed an overnight bag and got a clean uniform and took them to my car.

Five O'Clock couldn't come fast enough. It took even longer for Six O'Clock to come.

I thought I would leave at six thirty, most traffic was flowing out of D.C. at that time but, I couldn't contain myself and left at six fifteen. Of course, I got there too early.

I waited in my car for twenty minutes to go to his door.

Walking with my bag in one hand and uniform on a hanger in the other, I walked with trepidation and confidence at the same time.

Only a few days before I would have been sick at the thought of being seen going into a single man's home alone with what was clearly an overnight stay.

Right then I didn't care who saw me or who knew what I was going to be doing that night.

I almost yelled, "I'm going into Steve's house and I'm going to suck his cock and let him fuck me in the ass." But I resisted that much of the feeling.

Steve threw the door open before I hit the bottom step of the old townhouse.

I can't recall even going up the steps, I was in such a hurry.

We tumbled into his house and we didn't bother closing the front door when we wrapped our arms around each other and locked our lips in a passionate kiss and in seconds we had each other 's in each other's mouths. All my stuff was on the floor.

Steve pulled me around and pushed me against the wall, hard. I think he was letting me know who was in charge.

We were all over each other at the same time. Rubbing our hands all over each other's sides and backs.

Steve pulled away from me, "Only God knows how much I missed you and this." Then he moved and started nibbling, licking, and kissing my right ear.

"I know, I know, I've missed it too." I reached around, roughly grabbed both cheeks of his ass and pulled him into me. I felt his hard cock pressing against mine.

I thought what we were doing only happened in movies!

We French kissed, long and hard and Steve started pulling on my uniform, trying to get it off. He worked at the buckle but didn't know how it worked. I reached between us and undid the buckle and then I started rubbing his very hard cock.

I rubbed it up and down and spoke into his ear, "This is all I thought about the last two days and nights."

"Yeah, yeah, me too." He then reached up and did something I wished he hadn't but, it was too late.

He grabbed my buttoned up, Air Force blue, short sleeved shirt and pulled it hard to each side and the buttons flew! But he also ripped it.

I gasped as he did the ripping. It would cost me some bucks but, really, I didn't give a shit about that shirt.

He pulled it off me and grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it up. We only broke our French kiss when he got to my neck and pulled it off and then went back to kissing my mouth again.

I reached down and undid his belt and button on his pants. His pants came loose and fell to the floor. I reached into his underwear and grabbed his cock and started roughly jerking it.

Then he did the same to me. The trouble we were both having is our shoes were still on.

Laughing, we pulled apart and both of us bent over to untie our shoes and kicked them off. He raised up and I still bent over and just inches from his hard cock, reached up and yanked down his underwear to his thighs and took his hardon in my mouth.

I swallowed it all the way down and had my face into his shaved stomach. I gagged a few times and Steve moaned loudly, "Yeeesss."

I let him rest his cock in my mouth for a minute or two, me just gently sucking the whole thing and then I very slowly moved back and sucking as hard as I could.

I almost let it come out of my mouth but when I got to the very tip, I slowly sucked and tongued it for a little bit and then I started taking it all the way back in until my nose was pushing into his stomach.

I only got to do this for a few minutes. Steve moaned, groaned, and said "Oh yes" several times.

Then he grabbed me under my arm and pulled me up and met my mouth with his and Frenched me.

Here we were, two men, nude, cocks hard, arms wrapped around each other, kissing away, in the hallway, by the front door. I wish there had been a secret camera recording us, I think it would have been a great picture.

There was a sudden breeze and we realized we had not closed the front door and it had been half open the whole time. I don't know if we were seen or not. The cops didn't come busting in so, if we were seen, nobody called them or yelled at us.

Steve kicked it closed with the flat of his foot and he grabbed me and pressed me against the wall again, hard! He then kissed me hard and deep. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it, he slowly moved his hard cock up and down my cock. I thought I was going to cum right there and then.

Then he moved away from me and grabbed my arms and spun me around and pushed me again roughly against the wall.

Even though it didn't feel near as good, my cock rubbed up against the wall.

This wouldn't be the last time the walls on each side of the hallway by the front door would figure into our sexual activity.

I spread my legs a bit and Steve ran his hands roughly up between the wall and my torso and then pinched my nipples. At the same he started kissing my neck and ears.

Then he pressed his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass and moved upwards.

We stayed this way for a few minutes, a combination of rough, tender, force, willingness, dominance, and submission,

The tip of his cock was close to my horny hole but, not in it, just between the cheeks, nudging it a little.

He continued to kiss and nibble my ears, neck, and down to my shoulders. We were both breathing rather hard and my head was swirling from the erotic pleasure.

Then he spun me around and grabbed my cock and said, "Come on." and he pulled me to his bedroom by my cock and both of us laughed the whole way.

We tumbled onto his bed. It was playful at first. We were kissing and somehow we started rolling back and forth on the bed. Him on top and then me. We both seemed to be trying to establish dominance on the other by being the one on top.

With our arms locked around each other we rolled, kissed, and laughed all at the same time.

I guess I'm a wimp, I gave in and let him lay on top of me and I relaxed my body. He started kissing my ears and neck again, I guess he discovered I'm very sensitive in those areas.

I almost instantly started breathing hard, I was so turned on. We started frottage our bodies and cocks.

For a time I thought I was the only highly turned on, until Steve moaned out "Oh God, I've been wanting this so bad the last two days." He moaned again.

"Yes, oh, Yes" was all that I could reply.

Then without a word Steve raised off me and I don't know how I knew but, I knew, I repositioned myself and moved some pillows around and Steve moved over my body and we went into a Sixty-nine.

We had such different styles for sucking cock. I took his and pulled it as far into my mouth as I could. Then I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and played with his ass and gently moved my fingers toward his hole. Then I moved them back and forth and rubbed my hands all over his ass. I sucked aggressively on his cock.

Steve, on the other hand, was all so tender with mine. He put his lips on the very tip of my cock and sucked, then ran his tongue around it. He took the head of my cock in and out of his mouth several times, giving it little sucks. Then he would lick the sides for a time and then take all of it in his mouth and take it all the way down.

With one hand he played with my balls.

We played like this for a time and then, without any signals or words, Steve started pumping is cock into my mouth. I just wrapped my lips around it tightly and tried to hold on and keep it in my mouth. I loved it.

He was fucking my mouth and face and after a minute or two he stopped sucking mine. He was concentrating full time on fucking my face.

He was fucking me pretty hard and I wondered if my lips would be cut up and then he groaned and started squirting his cum into my mouth.

I don't think I tasted the first one or two shots of his sperm, it went straight down my throat, the rest flooded my mouth.

He stopped finally but I wouldn't let him take his cock out of my mouth. I continued to give it little sucks and ran my tongue around the tip, I wanted him to get hard again and do it again.

He lay by me, breathing hard. He took so long to move I thought he had gone to sleep. I didn't mind if he did, as long as I got to keep sucking his dick.

Finally he moved off of me. We repositioned and I thought we were going to start making out or cuddle but Steve had other ideas.

He was lying to the right of me and he came up and kissed me long and deep and gently started to rub his hand up and down my body. He would reach my cock and go around it and my balls but didn't touch them.