Author's note: Cooper Max has other stories on nifty under his author name in the prolific author's section. Cooper Max is an active duty military officer and writes his military stories from the daily inspiration he sees around him (and a few personal experiences.) All names and ranks are changed for privacy purposes. He is the creator of www.bisexualmarriedmen.org and welcomes all feedback at lmd4208@gmail.com
Cross Service Lust at Fort Sam Houston
Staff Sergeant Mike Wilkins loved his new assignment to Fort Sam Houston. The post buzzed with activity as military personnel carried out their duties. Ever since the base had become a `joint base' thousands of Air Force and Navy personnel flooded into the installation; previously home to Army personnel almost exclusively.
Staff Sergeant Wilkins enjoyed having the other military branches around; the Navy personnel and Air Force brought all new kinds of handsome men onto base especially at the Army Medical Department Center and School (AMEDD C&S) where Staff Sergeant Wilkins worked. The base was now the military's `medical mother ship' and brought all kinds of sexy doctors, physician's assistants and other medical personnel onto base.
Staff Sergeant (SSG) Wilkins enjoyed his new role with in the AMEDD C&S. Compared to his previous assignments as a line medic with 1-505 Parachute Infantry Regiment 3BCT, 82nD Airborne, life in San Antonio was as easy as a day at the beach. Instead of being a slave on the `Global Response Force' mission or doing countless JOAX, JRTC and other field problems, SSG Wilkins could bask in the pleasures of an air-conditioned office and a regular schedule. Most importantly to SSG Wilkins, he could enjoy a consistent gym routine.
After a tenuous workout at the Jimmy Brought Fitness Center, SSG Wilkins' thick muscles were burning. Looking down at his well-defined legs, he smiled; all the hard work was truly paying off. He'd been striving to put on muscle mass and really get into peak fitness. The thigh tattoo on his right leg looked even better in his tight, short ranger panties after such an intense leg-day. He sighed to himself at the thought of having to get to work as he headed towards the door.
A few too many rounds of coffee from the starbucks in the basement had SSG Wilkins moving hastily towards the bathrooms. Before he could burst through the bathroom door, a tall, salt and peppered haired man cut in front of him and headed through the door first. SSG Wilkins barely had the focus to notice him as he scurried to the urinals. Not surprisingly, there had been another maintenance issue in the bathrooms that had gone unresolved as Mike noticed the urinal divider laying haphazardly on the floor, barely connected to the wall and no longer doing its original intended function.
SSG Wilkins pulled his thick cock through his OCP patterned pants, propped a hand-on his hip and let relief flood over him. After the initial wave of relief, SSG Wilkins noticed the man who had entered before him at the sink. SSG Wilkins hadn't noticed in his haste before how handsome the man was.
The man had a tall and firm frame. He had an air of authority exuding off of him. SSG Wilkins noticed now as he looked more closely that the man was wearing an Air Force uniform. His salt and peppered hair was dignified, his jaw square, his high and tight haircut was unusually precise for what SSG Wilkins was used to seeing from an Air Force guy. SSG Wilkins could see that the man wasn't enlisted, he had no rank on his sleeve, but he could not see what rank was on the man's collar.
The bathroom was surprisingly empty for this floor at this time of day. The man noticed SSG Wilkins' glance and looked back at him. He gave a polite nod of acknowledgement. The two made short eye contact and SSG Wilkins faced back towards his stall; not thinking anything of the glance.
Before SSG Wilkins realized what was happening, the man was standing at the urinal beside his.
"Might as well take a leak before I leak, right?" The man stated casually with an air of humor.
SSG Wilkins couldn't help but steal a glance at the man's cock in his hand but stood motionless as he finished the last drips of his own relief. His mind spun at the odd behavior. There were plenty of other urinals and stalls the Air Force officer could have chosen from.
"Yep! Don't want that bladder to explode, Sir." SSG Wilkins shot back trying to not come across awkward. He stayed put at the urinal pretending to still be relieving himself.
"You must have had an entire pool's worth of water. You've been going since we've gotten in here." The man joked as he glanced over and smiled at SSG Wilkins.
Wondering if the man was onto his ploy, SSG Wilkins pushed his thick cock back into his uniform pants.
"Right you are, Sir! Way too much coffee from downstairs." SSG Wilkins mentioned trying to keep the mood light.
SSG Wilkins flushed and walked to the sink closest to the Air Force officer.
"You've got to cut back on all the caffeine, Staff Sergeant, you know all of that isn't good for you." The man remarked.
The man joined SSG Wilkins at the sink directly to his left. The two looked at each other through the mirrors as they continued their conversation.
"Ah, starbucks is too good to say no to, Sir. I'm too weak to resist its temptations." SSG Wilkins commented.
"Aren't we all! I've been down there too many times myself." The Air Force Officer replied.
SSG Wilkins finally had the chance to notice the man's rank and last name; LTC Walsh.
The two stood at the sinks washing their hands for a lot longer than normal.
"Well shit, I've been in here so long I have to go to the bathroom again. Excuse me SSG Wilkins." LTC Walsh stated.
He strode to the far end of the bathroom. Before he walked into the stall, he looked back at SSG Wilkins with a long gaze. Then he disappeared into the stall.
Shocked and curious, SSG Wilkins contemplated what to do. SSG Wilkins wondered if he was getting all of the signals wrong; he'd done so in the past. For all he knew, this man wasn't interested at all. Hell, even if he was, this was a public bathroom in one of the busiest buildings on Fort Sam Houston not to mention this guy was a senior officer. If SSG Wilkins was wrong about this, he could find himself in a lot of trouble!
SSG Wilkin's cock was rock hard in his pants. His 7 inch cock protruded through his pants pitching quite a tent. SSG Wilkins' horniness propelled him forward into the unknown. He walked into the stall next to LTC Walsh and sat down. He had no idea what to do next.
"That you SSG Wilkins?" He heard through the divider.
"Uhh yes Sir." He responded nervously.
"Ah ok. Wasn't sure if you were still in here. Didn't want to start talking to a complete stranger, ya know?" LTC Walsh stated.
"Yeah, that'd be totally weird," SSG Wilkins replied; his words dripping with sarcasm and irony.
LTC Walsh fell silent. A few minutes passed without a sound in the bathroom. SSG Wilkins had no idea what to do or whether to do anything at all. Who knew? Maybe LTC Walsh literally had to go to the bathroom and was just taking care of business next door.
Just as SSG Wilkins was contemplating standing up, he saw LTC Walsh's foot slide over closer to his stall and tap.
`What the hell does that mean?' SSG Wilkins thought combing his memory. He vaguely remembered reading about how men tap their feet while cruising.
He tapped back.
Sounds from the main bathroom door opening echoed through the room. LTC Walsh and SSG Wilkins sat motionless. Minutes passed by. Finally, the person departed.
LTC Walsh tapped again.
SSG Wilkins tapped back.
`What the hell are we even supposed to do in here?' SSG Wilkins thought to himself.
As if LTC Walsh was reading his mind, SSG Wilkins saw LTC Walsh move from the toilet to his knees. Within seconds, an enormous, perfectly symmetrical, throbbing cock slid underneath the stall; pre-cum oozing off its tip. This cock was the most perfect phallic symbol SSG Wilkins had laid his eyes upon. Instinctively, he reached for it.
LTC Walsh's cock felt perfect in SSG Wilkin's hand; warm and steel hard. The precum provided the right amount of lubrication for SSG Wilkins to start to pump the cock.
SSG Wilkins could hear the light moans from the other side of the divider. SSG Wilkins jerked and stroked the lieutenant colonel's cock.
The bathroom door swung open again. Both men bolted back to their seats. SSG Wilkins' cock throbbed with horniness.
LTC Walsh ran his fingers along the divider. SSG Wilkins started to run his own fingers along the divider too until the fingers met. The two briefly held onto each other's hands while they waited.
The bathroom intruder took forever. With no sign of him leaving, SSG Wilkins frustrations grew. He needed to get off and he needed to get back to work!
SSG Wilkins reached under the stall and motioned for LTC Walsh to put his cock back under the stall. LTC Walsh motioned `no' with his hand back. SSG Wilkins, annoyed and impatient, decided to quietly drop to his knees and stick his own thick cock under the divider.
There was no response from LTC Walsh. SSG Wilkins started to worry he was going to bolt.
Finally, LTC Walsh slumped to his knees again and slid his own cock underneath the divider. LTC Walsh grabbed onto SSG Wilkins' cock and started to pump it furiously. SSG Wilkins returned the favor.
Not wanting to pass up possibly his only opportunity, SSG Wilkins shifted his weight and position so he could take care of LTC Walsh's cock. The lieutenant colonel's precum tasted amazing as SSG Wilkins hurriedly slurped on his phenomenal meat.
LTC Walsh started to buck his hips. Clearly, he was enjoying SSG Wilkins' eagerness to service his superior officer and improve relations between the Air Force and Army. SSG Wilkins reached down to cup and massage LTC Walsh's balls. When SSG Wilkins grabbed LTC Walsh's balls and gave them a firm squeeze, the LTC lost all control. Without warning, he exploded his delicious load into the Staff Sergeant's mouth; three full ropes of hot, salty, protein coated SSG Wilkins' willing mouth. He swallowed every last drop.
LTC Walsh pumped SSG Wilkin's cock even more ferociously. He couldn't hold back anymore and blew his load all over LTC Walsh's hand.
The two men slumped back onto their seats. Shuffling and ruffling ensued. Finally, after a few minutes, SSG Wilkins heard the LTC stand and step outside. SSG Wilkins did the same.
The two walked casually to the sink. Both were nonchalant as they washed their hands.
LTC Walsh strode past SSG Wilkins; a grin on his face.
SSG Wilkins watched as the lieutenant colonel's tight, hot ass strode the door grinning the whole time.
Author's note: Cooper Max has other stories on nifty under his author name in the prolific author's section. Cooper Max is an active duty military officer and writes his military stories from the daily inspiration he sees around him (and a few personal experiences )All names and ranks are changed for privacy purposes. He is the creator of www.bisexualmarriedmen.org and welcomes all feedback at lmd4208@gmail.com
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