Jimmy

This is a highly embellished fictional account of a real adventure. It was not intended to be this long, it just turned out that way and this is with much of the story, untold. The Marine characters are all real people who served in the places mentioned. None of their names are the names used in this story. The first part of the Super Constellation account, is absolutely true, the ending is not.

If man to man sexual encounters are offensive to you, don't read this story.

`Jimmy' by ChickenHawk (gay sex, TV sex, hetero sex)

This is a story about five young men and their journey of self-discovery. They were thrown together by the fate of USA military service. It began in the year of 1958 on the island that, at that time, was known as Formosa. Today we call that island, Taiwan. The journey continued to unfold as the men re-deployed to Japan during that same year and into the next.

Jim Davis was a twenty-one-year old Marine sergeant. Damon Baker and Tim McClure were nineteen-year old Marine corporals. Brad Nightgun was a twenty-six year old Marine 1st Lieutenant and Don James was a thirty-seven year old Marine Lt. Colonel. Damon was a tall, slim and very handsome black man. Brad was an Apache, American Indian. The other three were Caucasian.

All of these young men were deployed to a remote, abandoned Nationalist Chinese airfield soon after the Communist Chinese on the Chinese mainland began an artillery bombardment of the island of Quemoy, a Nationalist Chinese possession, in 1958

The airfield consisted on a single runway with a wide taxiway and apron with one large hanger on one side and a single, narrow taxiway with revetments on the other side. The young men in this story were all members of a Marine fighter squadron of about one hundred fifty men that was operating from the narrow taxiway with revetments.

The area between the runway and the taxiway, about one hundred feet, was heavily overgrown with brush and high grass. The area to the other side of the taxiway was even more densely covered with brush and high grass and for a much greater distance, perhaps two hundred yards deep. Beyond that area were farms of the island inhabitants.

As with all young men confined to a somewhat isolated locale with limited opportunity to find sexual relief with the opposite sex, they secretly indulged in masturbation, each finding a place where they could release their pent-up stresses out of sight of others. If accused of masturbating, each would vehemently deny participating in such a degrading act.

The area opposite the runway side of the taxiway soon became riddled with trails that the men made as they sought solitude for their frequent sessions of masturbation. Jim had found a place where three large bushes grew close together in a sort of triangular pattern that he could penetrate by slipping through the bushes, without leaving a trace. Beyond the three bushes, he cleared a space of about ten feet by twelve feet that was totally screened from all sides and virtually invisible to any passers by.

Damon had watched Jim walk into the trail from which his hideout was accessed on many occasions and had followed him a few times, trying to discover to where he would disappear in order to secretly watch him masturbate. Jim would crouch within the three bushes and watch Damon cautiously follow the trail into the brush, knowing full well that what he was up to.

One day after Damon passed his hideout, Jim slipped back onto the trail and followed the follower. After reaching the end of the trail and failing, as always, to find Jim, Damon checked as much of the trail behind him that he could see and satisfied that he was alone, began to masturbate, himself. Soon after Damon began to masturbate, Jim walked up and caught him in the act.

Damon was so involved that he didn't immediately realize that he was being watched. When he did realize that he had been caught he knew it would be foolish to try to deny or hide his activity. All he could do was stand in humiliation and embarrassment.

Jim walked close to Damon and said, "Relax, Damon. I know what you've been doing out here and I know you have been trying to catch me doing the same thing. I've watched you walk by me several times," as he looked directly at Damon's shrinking penis.

"Where were you hiding?' Damon asked as he began to put his penis back into his trousers.

"Don't stop. I would really like to watch." Jim said.

"You can watch me if I can watch you," replied Damon.

"I'd like that," Jim responded. "I use to jack-off with a friend all the time before I enlisted in the Corps. Let's go to my spot. No one can find us there."

"Okay. I want to see where you have been going. I've looked everywhere for you."

"I know, I've watched you go by several times," Jim chuckled.

"Shit, no wonder I couldn't find you," Damon said when they were safely out of sight in Jim's hide out. "This place is perfect," he said, looking around.

"I know," Jim said as he began to take his penis from his trousers. "Come on Damon, I want to see you jack that monster off."

"I wouldn't call it a monster," Damon said. "I've seen a lot bigger than mine."

"Well, I haven't. I've only seen my friend's, back home, and my own. You're bigger than either of us."

"Really? You've only seen one other guys cock?"

"Only one other guys cock, hard," Jim replied. "Have you seen a lot of them?"

"Well, not a lot of them. A dozen or so, I guess."

"Shit, that's a lot. Did you all jack off together?"

"Not at the same time. Sometimes four of us would do it together, though."

"No shit? God, I wish I could have been there. I'd love to watch four guys jack off."

By this time both Jim and Damon had their cocks out and were slowly stroking.

"Did you and your friend ever jack each other off?" Damon asked.

"Uh, no. Did you ever jack off another guy?"

"Yeah. I had one special friend. We use to jack each other off a lot."

"Really? God, that must have been hot. Did you jack each other off until you got off?"

"Hell yes. Every time. It would be a waste of time if we didn't."

"Shit, I've never touched another guys cock and no one else has ever touched mine."

"Did you ever think about it?"

"Yeah, a lot," Jim confessed. "I was afraid he'd think I was queer so I never mentioned it, though."

Damon stepped close to Jim and reached out to place his hand on his friend's cock. "Go ahead," he said, "touch mine. I think you'll like it."

Jim hesitated but slowly reached out and grasped Damon's cock. Damon removed his own hand from his cock and let Jim have by himself. "Well, what do you think?' Damon asked.

Jim looked at Damon, wide eyed, and replied, "I never would have dreamed it would feel this good. God, I love the way it feels. It's so big and hard and warm. I love it."

Jim had taken his hand from his own cock and the two young Marines stood there each gently stroking the other. Damon stepped closer and pulled Jim's cock against his own. As Damon thrust his hips to rub their cocks together, Jim closed his eyes to enjoy the pure pleasure of the sensation. Feeling Damon's hand on the back of his head, Jim opened his eyes just as Damon's lips met his own. Jim stiffened with shock and stood rigid as he felt his friend's tongue gently probing his lips. After what seemed a lifetime, Jim felt himself surrendering to Damon's kiss. Soon they were locked in a passionate kiss, each holding the other firmly, thrusting their hips to mash their cocks together between them.

Damon broke the kiss and leaned back to look into Jim's awe-struck eyes. With his own eyes sparkling with joy, Damon slipped his hands under his friend's tee shirt and gently caressed his rapidly stiffening nipples. Jim finally broke out of his trance and released Damon's cock. With both of his hands now free, Jim quickly peeled his tee shirt over his head. Dropping it to the ground, he grasped Damon's tee shirt and forcefully pulled it off, also. As soon as both were bare chested, Jim pulled Damon close and slipped his tongue into his friend's mouth once again.

After another long, passionate kiss, Damon once again broke free and dropped to his knees, taking the astonished Jim's hard cock deeply into his mouth. After holding Jim's cock deep inside his mouth for several seconds, he withdrew until he had just the head in his mouth then laved his tongue around it, first one direction, then the other. Grabbing Jim's ass cheeks with both hands, Damon gently massaged them as he plunged his head down to bury his nose in his friend's pubic hair, withdrawing to the head and plunging down again.

Jim began to tremble slightly, as he became lost in the pleasure of his first blowjob from another man. Unconsciously, he began to thrust into Damon's mouth as he plunged down, and retracted as Damon withdrew.

Damon rocked his mouth around Jim's cock and swirled his tongue against it as he plunged down and withdrew at an ever increasing rate. Jim in turn began thrusting faster and harder as he neared his orgasm.

"Stop, Damon! I'm going to cum. God Damon, stop! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

Damon didn't stop. He went to full speed, trying to keep up with Jim's rapidly thrusting hips. "Damon! Damon! Oh FUCK!" Jim groaned as he thrust deep and held Damon's head hard against his pubic bone as he spurted his first burst of cum into his mouth. Jim withdrew and drove deep again, to spurt another shot of cum, and three times more before he could regain control of himself. Finally, Jim stood there with trembling knees as Damon milked the last of his reward from the still very hard cock in his mouth.

When the intensity of the friction on his cock head became unbearable, Jim pulled away from Damon and looked down at his mischievous eyes and broadly smiling face. Jim still had Damon's head clasped in his hands and gently pulled him to his feet to once again embrace him in a passionate kiss.

This time it was Jim who broke the kiss. He trailed kisses down Damon's neck, to his nipples, which he gently sucked, one after the other. From there he dropped to his knees and stared with uncertainty at the hard cock that was just inches from his lips.

With no little trepidation, he hesitatingly touched his tongue to the glistening head of his friend's cock. Emboldened by the sweetness of its taste, he slowly slipped his mouth over as much of it as he could comfortably accommodate. Holding it in his mouth as Damon had done to him, he reached up and unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the top button that held up Damon's trousers and pulled the zipper down. With that done, he pulled the trousers down to his ankles. Damon's skivvies were stopped from going down with the trousers by the hard cock protruding through the fly. Jim released his oral grip on Damon's cock just long enough to free the skivvies then slipped his mouth onto it again and ran his hands up to his friend's ass cheeks, just as had been done to him, only he was massaging bare skin. Jim dared to look up as he clumsily bobbed his head over the cock in his mouth and saw that Damon stared blankly with glazed, half closed eyes and a crooked smile on his lips as he savored the intense pleasure that he was experiencing.

Try as he might, Jim was unable to take all of Damon's cock into his mouth. When he had nearly three fourths of it in, he would instantly begin to gag and had to retreat to avoid vomiting. Doing his best, he would plunge down on it to the gag point then withdraw to the head. Each time he performed the feat, he found it easier and was soon quite comfortable, indeed, quite thrilled with the feel of another mans cock in his mouth.

As he labored over Damon's hard cock, Jim kneaded Damon's ass cheeks with both of his hands, grasping and pulling the muscular globes in time with his sucking ministrations.

Suddenly, Damon grabbed Jim's hair and drove his cock deep, held it deep for two or three seconds, then flooded Jim's mouth with spurts of cum. The thick liquid shot so deep into his throat it made Jim cough violently, spewing most of the cum he had just taken, onto Damon's cock and pubic hair.

After several seconds of coughing, Jim managed to regain his composer and began to apologize for his ineptness. "Shit, I'm sorry Damon. I didn't intend to choke like that. I really wanted to make it as good for you as you made it for me."

"Hey, that was my fault," Damon replied. "I shouldn't have rammed so deep into your mouth when I busted my nut. It was just so fucking good, I couldn't help it. You were fucking great, man."

"Really?" Jim asked in surprise, rising to his feet.

"Yes, really. It was pretty obvious that you were new to this but you are a natural, Jim. All you need is more practice," Damon said, with a wink. "Any time you want to practice, let me know. I'd be more than happy to help you improve your skills."

Jim took the half a step necessary to place them skin to skin again and said, "That is very kind of you Mr. Baker. How about helping me practice my kissing techniques." The two Marines clung to one another in a long, vigorous kiss.

Later, after they had once again dressed and were back out at the taxiway, waiting for a flight of their airplanes to return from a mission, Jim said, "Damon, I've known since I was eight or ten years old that I was different from other guys. I didn't know how I was different but I knew I was different. I guess now I know. I guess I'm queer, huh?"

"Do you ever look at a woman and wish you could fuck her?" Damon asked.

"Fuck yes. Nearly every good looking woman I see, I want to fuck," Jim replied.

"Then you're not queer. I'm queer. I don't even think about women, sexually. I don't think I could fuck one. They just don't appeal to me," said Damon.

"Bullshit. You said girls flocked around you in high school."

"Actually, they did flock around me. For some reason they were attracted to me but I wasn't attracted to them. Oh, I pretended to be a stud that was hard to get but in reality, I wasn't the least bit interested in getting into their little panties. I did have one girlfriend but that was just for show. The most we ever did was kiss and I didn't enjoy it. It was the only way I could hide what I really was; queer."

"You're fucking with me, Baker. You said you fucked most of the girls in your senior class."

"That was a bunch of bullshit, Sgt. Davis. I've never fucked a girl. I lied to you, so you wouldn't know I am queer. I didn't want you to hate me. Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to get into your pants. You're the sexiest guy I've ever met," Damon said, earnestly.

Sgt. Jim Davis, US Marine, stood awe struck at what he had just heard. After several seconds, Jim finally managed to speak again. "Are you fucking with me, Damon?"

Damon casually looked around and seeing no one who could observe them, he stepped close to his friend and gently squeezed his hand, briefly. "No, I'm not fucking with you, Jim. If there is such a thing as love at first sight, I'm in love with you. I can't help it. You are everything that I have ever dreamed about. You're gorgeous, you're sexy, you're honest, you're sensitive to other people's feelings, you're kind, you're gentle and most of all, you are a man. A real man."

Jim could do nothing but stand speechless and stare at the young black man before him.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Damon asked.

"I.I don't know what to say. I know you're just fucking with me with all of that bullshit and I don't know what to say."

"Why do you think it's bullshit, Jim?"

"Because it is. Gorgeous and sexy, my ass," Jim replied.

"Actually, your ass is gorgeous and sexy but so is the rest of you."

"Where do you come up with shit like that? You're probably the best looking guy in the squadron."

"No, you are the best looking guy in the squadron. You just don't realize it. Shit man, half the guys in this outfit are so jealous, they resent your being here."

"Corporal Damon Baker, you my friend, have lost your fucking mind," Jim replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Sergeant James Davis, I have not lost my mind. You are so innocent and naïve that you can't see the forest for the trees. Let me ask you this, "What guy in this squadron has the best physique? Answer me that."

"White, of course. He's been lifting weights for years. Anyone will tell you that. What's your point?"

"Wrong, my friend. You have the best physique in this squadron. In fact, you've got the best physique in this whole goddamned MAG 11. That's why so many guys are jealous. You've never lifted a weight in your life and you're built like one of those fucking Greek Gods that Homer, or what ever the fuck his name was, wrote about."

"Come on, Damon. Let me take you to some shade. You are definitely suffering from heat stroke, or something. You haven't taken to smoking that shit that Brenner got sent up for, have you?"

"Jimmy, have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror?"

"Come on, man. Don't start that Jimmy shit. I got enough of that from my mother. Of course I've looked at myself in a mirror. I do it every morning when I shave. When you grow up and start shaving, you will too," Jim replied, in jest.

"Balls, how the fuck did you ever make sergeant? I meant a full length mirror, you countryfied Adonis."

"Well, I intended to bring one but it wouldn't fit in my seabag. Now, why in the hell would I be looking at myself in a full length mirror? On second thought, I did look at myself in a full length mirror when I bought my Dress Blues. What was I supposed to have seen?"

"When we get back to civilization, go to the gym and look at yourself in one of the mirrors, naked. You will see the most beautiful specimen of a man that you could ever imagine."

"They have full length mirrors in the gym?"

"Yes, my sheltered friend, they have full length mirrors in the gym. Guys work hard to get a body that is about half of what you have and they spend a lot of time checking the results of their efforts."

"Are you telling me that guys who lift weights stand around naked and admire themselves in full length mirrors? I'm sorry, Damon, I just don't see White, prancing around naked in front of a mirror. You've found Brenner's stash, haven't you?"

"Jimmy, my precious country bumpkin, I think I need to take you back home to the `Project' in Chi-Town and get you an education. You grew up waaay too far back in the woods."

"Okay, let's change the subject for a bit," Damon continued. "You now know that I'm as queer as a three dollar bill. I can't help what I am, I can only hide it. Brace yourself my innocent friend, there are two more just like me in this squadron. Plus a couple more that I'm pretty sure play with boys and girls. So, what say you to that? Oh yeah, one of the queers is an officer and I happen to know he has his eye on you, you simple clutch."

"Damn, Damon, Damon. If I had known you were a lunatic, I wouldn't have invited you into my private garden," Jim exclaimed.

"Ah, but think of what you would have missed."

"Hmmm, you're right. I've been seduced by a lunatic, turned half queer, insulted repeatedly and I don't even regret it."

"Sergeant James Davis, when you wake up in the morning, you are going to experience a guilt trip that right now, you can't even begin to imagine. Believe me, you are going to hate yourself. It will pass though. Then you can really begin to enjoy the pleasures that two men can generate."

"Actually, I've already begun to feel guilty. I didn't want mention it for fear you would think I was trying to blame you. Which I don't."

"I know. I've been there. Just don't beat yourself up about it. Either it will pass or you will be a `one time Charlie' in the world of man to man pleasure."

Jim glanced around and placed an arm around Damon's lower back, pulled him close for second and said, "Damon, I don't want it to be a one time thing. I've never felt this close to someone else before. I like what I feel, in spite of the self doubt that's creeping into my foggy head. Be patient and teach me what I need to know. Okay?"

Damon snuggled close briefly then stepped aside and replied, "Jimmy, I don't need to teach you anything. You are a natural leader. That's why you made sergeant after just two years in the Corps. You take charge and get things done. You are going to take charge in your relationships and get things done. In my world there are tops' and bottoms'. I'm a bottom', you're a top'. You will be teaching me what I need to know to please you."

"Don't argue," Damon said when Jim began to interrupt, "I'm not the only guy you will be teaching, either. I know of two others. There may be more. Tell me, Jimmy, what was your first experience with a girl, like?"

"Shit, Damon, my first experience with a girl was with a thirty-eight year old woman. I was thirteen, the woman was my Aunt. Actually, she isn't really my aunt. She married my Uncle Joel after he and my real aunt got divorced. Neither my Aunt Janey nor my Uncle Joel are blood relatives but they're my favorite aunt and uncle. They were my favorites even before Aunt Janey initiated me into the world of real sex."

"Really, how many times did you two fuck?"

"God, Damon, a bunch. We fucked until I enlisted in the Corps and we've fucked every time I've been home on leave. She taught more about pleasing a woman than most guys will ever know."

"I knew you were special. Now I know why. What ever you learned to please women will work just as well on men. Queers are more woman than man, anyhow."

"Damon, I got many detailed lessons on how to eat pussy. That is one thing you don't have. Now, tell me who the other two guys are."

"You already know who one of them is. Now that you're initiated into the world of man sex, you'll see some things in a different light."

"Will you give me a hint?"

"Who always goes to the shower every time you do."

"You do."

"Besides me?"

"Hmmm, Tim?"

"Bingo. What do you think of Tim?"

"To tell the truth, if it wasn't for his cock, I'd swear he is a flat chested girl."

"Jimmy, forget about his cock. He is a flat chested girl. She's going to get into your pants, too."

"Not likely, Marine. I intend to spend my time with you. That's an order, Corporal."

"Jimmy, in the world of queers, there is no such thing as faithful. You can be dedicated to one person. You can even love one person but you can't restrict yourself to having sex with just one person. I guess it's because the rest of the world tells us we can't do what we do that we do it with so many different partners. I'm not sure that made sense. Do you understand?"

"I think so. I think I know what you are saying. So, give me another hint, Damon."

"Okay. What officer pays more attention to you than to anyone else on the flightline?"

"Actually, there are two of them."

"Really? I've missed one of them. Do they ever mention your body or ask about any girlfriends?"

"Well, one of them asked if I was a weight lifter, a while back. The other asked if I had a girlfriend back home."

"One of them was Lt. Nightgun, wasn't it.

"Yeah. He asked me if I was a weight lifter. How did you know?"

"Lt. Nightgun is as queer as I am. We both know about each other and we both know that we both want you to fuck us senseless. Who is the other one?"

"The Skipper. What's this shit about fucking both of you senseless?"

"Ah, now that you mention it, the Skipper does pay a lot of attention to you. I always figured it was because you always get such high scores on the tests we have to take. Do you get the impression he has a more personal interest than just your test scores and your duties as a crew leader?"

"Yeah, I've always felt he had a personal interest but I think he has a personal interest in everyone in the squadron. Don't you?"

"I would be more inclined to say a professional interest, rather than a personal interest. He does like you, I just never put two and two together. I can tell you though that he's not queer. I think maybe you and the Skipper have more in common than either of you realizes. Do any of the other officers seem to pay particular attention to you?"

"I get the impression that the rest of the officers don't much like me?"

"They don't. They resent the fact that you don't have an education but you beat the pants off everyone of them when it comes to taking the General Military Subjects tests, which they have to take, too. Plus, you always manage to be the one who finds the answer to problems that stump everyone else in the outfit. They are so fucking jealous of you, they almost hate you. A couple of them do, in fact."

"I know which two you're talking about. I never thought of them hating me but I know they do not like me, at all. They hate it when I'm the plane captain for their airplane. They used to get pretty picky during the walk around but they don't do that any more."

"That's because you made them eat crow so many times," Damon chuckled. "One time I watched some of the other pilots tease one of them all the way back to their ready room after you rubbed his nose in his stupidity."

"I've never rubbed anyone's nose in anything," Jim protested.

"Oh yes you have. You just didn't intend to, that's all. You're the only one who doesn't see it. It served the bastard right. He shouldn't pick on my sergeant. The meanie," Damon laughed.

"Okay, so tell me what you think about Lt. Nightgun. Do you think he has an interest in me that goes beyond normal working relationship?"

"Shit, Jimmy, Lt. Nightgun wants your body so bad he's going to fuck up and get into real trouble. Believe me, I know queers and how they crave someone who lights their fire. Nightgun is hot for your meat, my man."

"I think you're wrong this time, Damon."

"Let's find out. The next time you send him out from this end of the flightline, stroke your cock hard while he's doing his walk around. If you take an extra step up the ladder, your cock will be at his eye level. I'll bet you ten dollars he mentions it, or maybe, will even touch it. Bet?"

"You just want me to get Court Marshaled so you can have my stripe, don't you? I'd have to be out of my fucking mind to try something like that. I may be dumb but I'm not stupid."

"Jimmy, my sexy friend, you are dumb, in some ways, but you're right. That would be pushing a little too hard. Instead of showing him a hard cock, just take that extra step up the ladder. He won't be able to take his eyes off your crotch, with it so close to his face. That would be easy enough to pull off without being obvious. Try it."

"Okay, I will. Is your bet still on?"

"The bet was for a hard cock. I still think he'll do something to acknowledge having your cock that close to his mouth, where he really wants it."

"I'll do it but I still think you're wrong."

The flight of aircraft began returning from their mission so the conversation between the two Marines ended. They did not have an opportunity to continue their discussion that day because there were always some of the other crewmembers close by.

A little information about the shower facilities would be appropriate at this point. The showers were a little remote from the tents in which the squadron lived, three to a tent. The shower heads extended from a series of water pipes raised about seven feet over a platform that was itself, about three feet above the ground, covered with rubber mats, much like door mats, for a floor. There were no sides and no roof to the shower. Just pipes with shower heads. The water was trucked from some other site and purified at the camp. It was heated by gasoline fired heaters and pumped by a diesel driven pump. There was a `shower crew' from a support unit that fired the heaters and ran the pumps. Shower call was only forty-five minutes long. Nearly everyone showered during the first half hour because that is when the water was at its hottest. The last few minutes of shower call had water that was little more than luke warm. A few minutes after the pump was shut down, the shower crew shut down the generator and the lights went out. When the lights went out, it was pitch black at the site so no one stayed around after shower call ended. The shower crewman finished closing things by flashlight and departed the area.

To test Damon's contention that Tim McClure deliberately showered when he did, Jim waited until the last minute to shower. As he headed for the shower, first Damon, with his helmet (Marines used their helmets, "Piss Pots", as basins for shaving) and shaving kit in his hand, then Tim fell in with them and the three of them found the showers to be vacant. "You guys are late," shouted a voice from behind the glare of the lights. "Water's off in five. Better make it snappy."

"Gotcha, Captain," Jim replied, promoting the probably PFC who was manning the heater and pump.

"Don't forget to tell my CO that I've been promoted," returned the voice.

Thinking of his experience and conversation with Damon earlier in the day was too much for Jim to repress and he found himself getting a hard on. His option was to hide his hard on from the voice in the darkness or from Tim and Damon. He turned his back to the voice.

Tim finished rinsing his hair and saw Jim's cock at full mast. As he stared at Jim's cock, his own quickly followed suit. He too turned his back to the voice. Damon also turned his back to the voice and crowded Tim toward where Jim was standing under the spray of water, his own cock hardening also.

"Showers going off," the voice called out.

"Two more minutes," Jim pleaded.

"I'll give you one more and that's just because you promoted me," came the reply.

"Thanks, Colonel," Jim yelled.

They quickly rinsed and were still in the shower when the water stopped flowing. "Lights out in two. You guys better hustle," said the voice.

"Go ahead and turn em off," Jim said. "We're Marines, we ain't scared of the dark."

"Okay, Marines," replied the voice and the lights went out.

After a couple of minutes of bobbing flashlight the voice said, "Can you girls find your way home? I'm outa here."

"Don't worry about us, Colonel," Damon called out in a high falsetto. "We're big girls." They could hear the unseen speaker chuckling as the flashlight receded into the darkness.

With his eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness after being in the glare of the lights, Jim reached out and touched Tim to orient their relative positions. After determining just where Tim was standing, he stepped close and placed his hands on the young Marines head, drawing him near for a kiss. As soon as Tim felt Jim's lips touch his own, he wrapped both arms around the sergeant's neck and pressed himself against his chest, responding with a very gentle but passionate kiss.

Jim marveled at how much like a girl Tim kissed as he softly slid his hands down to the young man's ass. The caress of his hands elicited murmured sounds of pleasure.

When Jim interrupted the prolonged kiss, Tim began exploring the hard muscled body of the man he had been admiring ever since they had been deployed to their remote post. With deft, searching fingers he caressed, kneaded, squeezed and probed. Murmuring soft exclamations of fascination and approval as he slowly worked his way down the torso of his companion. When he at last grasped Jim's cock, he stepped back as far as he could yet maintain his hold on the hard cock in his clasp.

With their night vision slowly returning, Tim could begin to make out the lean muscles that faintly glistened from the wetness of the shower. After a careful examination of Jim's handsome face and muscled chest, arms and abdomen, Tim stared for several seconds at the cock in his hand, as if trying to decide what to do next. Apparently the decision was made, for Tim settled to his knees and began to worship the cock he held so tightly. He placed the shaft of the cock against one cheek, about ear level then slid it down his face, under his chin and back up his face to his other ear. Then he touched his forehead with the end of the cock, to draw it down between his eyes, down his nose to his lips. With his tongue and lips, he teased the end of Jim's cock, never taking more than a half an inch of it between his lips.

Tim continued to tease until Jim grabbed his head and started to force his cock into the warm soft mouth that was torturing him with a promise of things to come. Tim shook his head free from Jim's hands and continued to tease. Twice more Jim grasped the young man's head and began to thrust but Tim shook loose from both efforts. Finally, Jim had enough teasing. He took a firm hold of Tim's head and pushed his cock deep into the mouth of his antagonist.

That is what Tim had been waiting for. He immediately began delivering a wet, vigorous blowjob. Taking the cock deep, withdrawing to the ridge of the corona, then taking it deep again. Damon stepped close to Jim and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Told you," he said, then stepped behind Tim and began rubbing his cock in the kneeling Marine's wet hair.

Tim was young but he obviously was no stranger to sucking cock. His technique was smooth, firm and vigorous. Just as Jim had instinctively done to Damon, he gently massaged and caressed Jim's ass cheeks while he enthusiastically devoured his hard cock.

"I'm going to cum, Timmy!" Jim hissed, after several titillating minutes.

Tim redoubled his efforts and was soon rewarded by the deposit of Jim's man nectar. When he regained his composure, Jim assisted the young cocksucker to his feet and they engaged in a long, sensuous kiss. When their kiss ended, Damon slapped the young marine's ass, very hard, eliciting a loud cry of surprise and pain. Stepping up close behind him, Damon hugged the young man to his chest and gently tongued his ear. "I don't mind sharing him with you once in a while but don't get any funny ideas. Jim is my man! Do you hear me, you sexy little Bitch?"

"Yes," Tim replied. "You didn't have to hurt me to tell me that."

"That's just a sample of what you'll get if you try to steal my man, Honey. Believe me."

"Oh, I believe you. You jealous queers are such brutes," Tim pouted in an amazingly feminine voice.

"Aren't we, though," Damon chuckled and lightly caressed the place where he had delivered the blow.

Jim watched the whole scene in wonder. He had stepped into a world he could not have even imagined, when he had awakened to that day.

After toweling off what little wetness that remained from their showers, the three Marines wrapped their towels around their waists and strolled back to the tent area. Tim separated from the other two first, then Damon ducked into his tent as they walked along and Jim continued alone.

Jim had not yet gotten to the corner of Damon's tent when Damon stuck his head out the flap and softly called, "Hey Jim." Jim looked back and saw Damon motioning him to return.

"What's up?" asked when he got to where Damon stood.

"It looks like my roomies are on Liberty," he said. "Why don't you stop by after the generators are shut down?"

"Okay," Jim said, after thinking about it for a few seconds. "I'll drop my piss pot on the ground right outside of your door. If the coast is clear, poke your head out. If you don't show, I'll pick up my pot and walk down to the Buffalo."

"Sounds good, Jimmy. Don't forget."

A few minutes after 11:00 pm, when the generators are shut down, Jim fumbled in the dark for his helmet and walked out of the tent without eliciting any remarks from his two tent mates. Nearly as soon as his helmet struck the ground, Damon's head popped through the tent flap. Jim picked up the helmet and entered his friend's quarters. Damon pulled the flaps together after Jim entered, found him in the darkness and embraced him. As their lips met, Jim encircled Damon with his arms, discovering that the young Marine was still naked.

Damon kissed along Jim's cheek, to his ear, which he gently probed with his tongue, briefly, the whispered very low, "God I want you to fuck me, Jimmy, but it's too risky in here."

Jim, in turn, probed Damon's ear with his tongue and replied, "Hmmm, I know. Our camp," he said, instantly granting Damon half ownership in his secret spot in the bushes, "is the best place. We'll have to wait for that, but not for this." With that, he sank to his knees and began sucking Damon's cock. The feel of the half hard cock nearly snapping rigid in his mouth was an exciting experience. Again, he nearly retched when the young black man's cock penetrated too deeply but he quickly established a rhythm and a comfortable depth.

Jim labored lovingly at the blowjob he was performing, managing to take a little more of the generous length of Damon's cock with each stroke. Triggering the gag reflex several times, Jim fought to overcome the discomfort without sacrificing depth of penetration. His jaw muscles were beginning to tire when Damon quietly hissed, "Jimmy!"

Knowing that Damon was at the brink of cumming, he increased his efforts until he felt the cock harden even more and tasted the tangy fluid that erupted from it.

Jim continued to work Damon's cock with his mouth for a couple of minutes after it had stopped delivering its treasure. He stopped and let it drop from his mouth when it began to recede from its engorged condition. He got to his feet and they once again shared a long, passionate kiss.

After a lengthy session of kissing and fondling, Damon began to extract Jim's cock from his utilities. "Whoa, Damon," Jim whispered. "I don't have another hard on in me right now. You guys have drained me completely dry. Besides, I had better get out of here before your house mates get back. Let's try to get together in our camp, again tomorrow. Okay?"

"Yeah, you're right. They could show up any time. Tomorrow," he whispered. Jim found his helmet and returned to his own tent to find both of his tent mates sound asleep.

Jim was up at five o'clock in the morning, as usual and was shaved, dressed and was first in the chow line, again, as usual when it opened at six o'clock. After a light breakfast, Jim jogged the four miles to the flightline, as he did every morning. He got there forty-five minutes before anyone else and had his airplane ready to go and signed off and the other four airplanes in his section, untied before the first of his squadron mates began arriving.

That day, a Friday, was very busy, as all Fridays were, so Jim and Damon had little free time and none when they were alone. Also, their crew had Hot Pad' duty that weekend. Hot Pad' was a condition in which two fully loaded and armed airplanes were parked at the end of the runway, twenty- four hours a day, both days, ready for immediate take off as soon as the engines were started. Two of their five man crew had to be with the airplanes and awake, for the entire time. With the rotating cycles of being on `Hot Pad' at chow or asleep, they were denied any opportunity to be together until Monday at the earliest. Jim always scheduled the shifts so he had the midnight to four-am shift, Monday morning. When he and Willy, who was working with him were relieved at four by two of their crew mates, one of which was Damon; he rode back to the tents in the back of a six-by and immediately went to sleep, still in his clothes.

He, and the other two men in his crew who were not at the `Hot Pad', were up, shaved and standing at the door to the mess tent when it opened for breakfast.

After breakfast they conned the truck driver, known as Gear Grinder', actually, they no longer had to con the driver as he knew by now that when Jim's crew had Hot Pad' duty, they wanted to be at the flightline as early as possible on Monday morning.

The three Marines got their other airplanes ready for flight and Jim relieved the two men who held the last watch so they could get breakfast while the mess tent was still open. They would get about three hours sleep and be at the mess tent again when it opened for lunch and would then relieve their crewmates on the flightline, for lunch.

Sgt. Davis's crew had the smoothest `Hot Pad' routine in the squadron. A routine that the other crews tried their best to emulate but never quite achieved.

Jim's crew were not just crewmembers, they were a Team. They were also slightly resented by the other fifteen men who made up the other three flightline crews. When the CO had to do a show and tell' to visiting Brass', it was Jim's crew that he selected, to make the best impression possible.

Mondays were a tiresome day for the crew that had Hot Pad' over the weekend. For half of the day, three weary men had to take care of five airplanes. The second half of the day saw them at full strength manpower wise but still short in the energy department as they were all somewhat sleep deprived. Tuesdays and on were back to normal' days with everyone rested and full of energy.

Tuesday and Wednesday were busy days for Jim's crew so he and Damon had no chance to be alone. On the last flight of the day, Wednesday, Lt. Nightgun was assigned to Damon's airplane.

They were all in the lineshack as the pilots arrived to walk to their airplanes with the plane captains. "Hey, Sgt. Davis," Damon said as Lt. Nightgun was reading the `yellow sheet' for his airplane.

"What's up, Corporal?" Jim replied.

"Man, I just got this feeling that I'd better head for the Honey Bucket. Will you take my plane for me, this time?"

"Sure. I told you to take it easy on those greasy spuds. I'm surprised you lasted this long."

As Damon turned to leave, he made brief eye contact with Lt. Nightgun. Although their expressions never changed, that eye contact spoke volumes to both men. Damon let the Lt. Know that he was offering him a shot at the Sgt., and Lt. Nightgun let Damon know that he knew and appreciated it.

Jim and Lt. Nightgun walked to the airplane in awkward silence, both of them wondering if the other knew that their being together was a set-up.

When they got to the airplane, Lt. Nightgun asked, "Did you pre-flight this airplane, Sgt. Davis?" Before Jim could respond, the Lt. continued, with a laugh, "Of course you didn't, this Corporal Baker's plane. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking."

"Just in case you don't know it, Sir. Corporal Baker is a better plane captain than I'll ever be," Jim joked.

"Uh huh, and I know bullshit when I hear it, too, Sgt.," the Lt. replied and climbed into the cockpit without the customary `walk around'.

Jim climbed the extra rung of the ladder as Damon had suggested and glanced at the Lt. who made eye contact with him long enough to acknowledge that he knew why Jim's crotch was so close to his face. As he watched, the Lt. shifted his gaze to the Marine's crotch that was at the most, fourteen inches away from his face.

As the Lt. continued to stare, Jim's cock began to respond so he stepped back down one rung to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. "Don't move. Stay where you were," the Lt. said gently and motioned for him to climb back up.

Jim stepped up one rung and the Lt. once again stared as the Sgt.'s cock continued to fill out and became an obvious bulge. Lt. Nightgun pretended to be checking things in the cockpit and glanced around the outside of the airplane. After determining that no one was able to see them, he raised his left hand and placed it on the growing bulge. As soon as he felt the hand on his cock, it immediately surged to full hardness.

The Lt. squeezed the hard cock gently then took his hand away and nodded for Jim to step back down one rung. "Corporal Baker told you that I want that, didn't he?" the Lt. asked as Jim stepped down.

Jim didn't know what to say so he said nothing. "That's okay, I know he did. What do I have to do to get it?"

"Sir, I don't know.," Jim stammered.

"Sgt. Davis, every time I see your magnificent body, I nearly go crazy with lust. Now that I've discovered that you have a cock to match your body, I'm afraid I'll end up getting my ass kicked trying to rape you."

"You don't have to worry about me kicking your ass, Sir," Jim blurted.

"I'm certainly relieved to hear that, Sgt. Tell me what I have to do. I'll do anything you want. Anything!"

"Sir, I don't know what to say. I mean, we can't. You're an officer and I'm an enlisted man."

"Fuck that officer, enlisted bullshit, Davis. Tell me, is there any possibility that you would have me?"

Jim stared into the Lt. eyes for several seconds and said firmly, "Yes! I want you."

The Lt. relaxed in the seat and laid his head back against the headrest, with his eyes closed and exhaled heavily. "Hallelujah," he whispered and turned to smile at the Sgt. "When and where? The sooner the better," Lt. Nightgun said.

"That, Sir, is going to be a problem."

"First off, no more of that Sir, shit or Lt., shit, unless there is someone else around. My name is Brad. Where do you and Baker get together?"

"Sir, oops, sorry, uh, I didn't say that we ever did get together."

"Uh huh, you're right, you never did. I know you do though so let's quit playing the secrecy games. I know you're fucking Corporal Baker and I'm green with envy. Where do you do it?"

"Actually, I haven't fucked him yet. So far it's just been blow jobs. I'm thinking that tomorrow is going to be the day we start real fucking. If it was up to me, we'd stick to just blow jobs."

"You mean you don't like to fuck?" Lt. Nightgun asked in amazement.

"Well, I've never fucked a guy before," Jim replied.

"Holy fucking shit, that lucky bastard is going to be the one to bust your cherry. I wish it was going to be me! So where do you get together?"

"We've done it out there," Jim said, indicating the bushy area to their front, "We've done it in the shower after the lights were out and we've done it in Damon's, uh, I mean, Corporal Baker's tent, after lights out, when no one else was around."

"Where do you think you two will fuck, the first time?" the Lt. asked.

"Probably out there," Jim said once again indicating the brushy area, "But I'd rather do it in the shower where we can clean up after we're done."

"Do you think we could do it out there?" Lt. Nightgun asked, nodding in the direction of the brush.

"Well Sir, uh, Brad, if you don't mind doing it early in the morning, out there would be a perfect place."

"How early? Not that I care, I'd do it at midnight if that's what it takes."

"The Grunts that pull guard duty here leave at six in the morning. Every other day, the Sgt. Of The Guard starts picking up the last watch from this end of the field and they do that at five-thirty so they finish at six by the time they get them all picked up down at the other end. The first truck leaves the tents at seven-fifteen. If we planned it right, we could have over an hour with no one else around," Jim explained.

"Oh my God, I'd love to have you pound my ass for an hour. I'd be in heaven. How long can you last? The longest I've ever had was about fifteen minutes but that was with a guy that was so drunk he didn't know what he was doing," the Lt. replied.

"I've never lasted an hour but I know how to make it so I can."

"Oh shit, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it and this g-suit doesn't give me much room. Get down from here before I break something."

Jim reached inside the cockpit and rubbed the Lt.'s hardening cock, quickly then climbed down and removed the ladder. The starting pod arrived in due time, the engine was started and the flight of six airplanes left for their mission.

"Well, Casanova, how did it go?" Damon asked as they watched the airplanes take off, two at a time.

"If we had a bet, I owe you some money, Cupid."

"Should I be getting jealous?"

"Damon, I'd let Nightgun and McClure both go straight to hell before I'd let them interfere with us. I know we've only been together three times but it feels like we're almost married. To me, anyway," Jim replied.

"Me too, Jimmy. I wish I was born a girl so we could get married. Would you ask me to marry you?"

"Yes, and if you said no, I'd bonk you on the head and drag you into my cave and fuck you so hard you couldn't walk. Then you'd have to stay."

"Oh God, my very own caveman. That's the way I want my man to act. Don't ever take no for an answer, Jimmy. Make me your mate and I won't care how many other guys you fuck."

"Okay, be at the mess tent when they open at six, in the morning. After breakfast, we're going to jog to the flightline for some early morning fuck and suck time."

"No way, Jose. That's way too early for me."

Jim stepped in front of Damon and stood toe to toe with him. Staring right into his lover's eyes, he demanded, "Be there, Bitch!" With that, he turned on his heels and marched away.

Damn's heart rate increased, he felt flush and light headed as he watched the broad shoulders, narrow waist and firm ass of the Marine Sgt. walking away from him. "Oh God, yes. I'll be there, you magnificent Stud. I will be there," he whispered to himself.

Jim took another late shower and Damon and Tim fell in with him as he walked out to the facility. "Tim ," Damon said when he fell in with them, "Get your piss pot and fill it at the shower." Tim quickly got his helmet and rejoined them.

"Hey, the Marines that ain't scared of the dark are back," the voice from behind the glare of the lights, proclaimed.

"Did you miss us?" Damon asked in his high pitch falsetto.

"No, but I am wondering when my new pay rate is going to show up," came the reply.

"Well, these things take time, what with us being out here in the boondocks, and all. Just hold your shirt on and don't quit your day job," Jim answered.

This night, they left the shower area while the lights were still on.

Damon was at the mess tent at six just as he had been instructed, unfortunately, `Preacher', one of his tent mates was there with him. "Hey, Preacher," Jim said, "It's kind of early for you isn't it?"

"Yeah, too early. Baker here, nearly tore the tent apart fumbling around when he got up and woke up half the squadron. I knew I'd never get back to sleep, so, here I am."

"It's not my fault," Damon protested, "My body was awake but my brain and my eyes were still sleeping. I'm not even sure they're awake right now. Are my eyes open, Preach?" Damon asked, closing one eye and turning to face his tent mate.

"It looks like your eyes are half awake but that's a lot more than I can say for your brain."

"My brain's on R&R in Hong Kong with all of those sweet little almond eyed whores. It won't be back for a week," Damon said, to antagonize his religious tent mate.

"Your brain is going to fornicate you right into Hell, Baker. You had better change your ways, before it's too late," Preacher admonished.

When the Mess Sgt. opened the tent doors, signaling that breakfast was being served, the three men saw the truck driver sitting at a table with one of the mess duty guys, empty dishes from his breakfast pushed to the middle of the table.

"Hey Davis, it looks you're going to get the whole damned flightline into the brown nosers club," he remarked, upon seeing Damon and Preacher with him. "Take your time with chow, guys. I'll give you a lift to the line so you won't have to try to keep up with `Chesty' Davis."

"Hey, thanks, Gear Grinder," replied Preacher. "I'm not looking forward to working myself up to a heart attack trying to keep up with these two gung ho Gyrenes."

Knowing their plans for solitude were doomed, Jim and Damon ate a leisurely breakfast, at Preachers pace, and rode to the flightline in the truck.

That day turned out to be another busy one, not leaving enough idle time for the two horny Marines to rendezvous in their secret camp. "Hey Jimmy," Damon said, drawing close to his Sgt. while they were waiting for the fuel truck to get to their planes, "It's too fucking late to get together out here. Do you want to go for the late shower gig, again?"

"How about taking a late shower and leaving just before the lights go out. I'm afraid the shower grunt is going to get suspicious if we start making it a habit of being in the shower when he kills the lights. We can go about halfway back to the tents and wait for him to leave, then go back to the showers."

"I told you, you were the smart one in the squadron," Damon replied. "Of course, you know Timmy dear will be stuck to us like a shadow."

"Yeah, I know. He's just going to have to learn that sometimes he's only going to be a spectator," Jim said.

"So, what kind of deal did you cook up with the flyboy?" Damon asked.

"Well, nothing yet. He asked if I would have him and I said yes. In fact, I told him I wanted him. He purred like a kitten."

"Did you put your crotch in his face like I said?"

"Yeah, he knew right off the bat what I was doing. I got a hard on without trying and he reached out and squeezed it once. I even squeezed his for a second."

"No shit? Was he hard?"

"About halfway, I'd guess. His g-suit was interfering with it."

"That would do it, alright. Those things must be uncomfortable as hell. How is he hung?"

"Hard to say. It appeared to be a good start. It's going to be bigger than Tim's, that's for sure, and he's not all that small."

"Did he say what he wants?"

"Yeah, he wants to be fucked. He likes it to last. He said he'd like an hour long fuck. Do guys really fuck for an hour?"

"If I ever found one that could fuck for an hour, I'd kidnap the son-of-a- bitch," Damon laughed. "How long can you last, my handsome stud?"

"If we were state side, where I could go to a drug store, I could last an hour, if my poor little pecker didn't burn up first."

Damon looked at Jim with raised eyebrows, "What would you need from a drug store, Jimmy?"

"A topical anesthetic," he replied.

"Just what in the fuck is a topical anesthetic?"

"Usually, it's a cream. It also comes in liquid."

"So what do you do with it? Do you eat the shit or drink it, or what?"

"You rub it around the head of your cock. It numbs it so you don't cum too fast. The more you use, the longer you last."

"Are you being straight with me Jimmy?"

"No shit, Damon. It really works. The last few seconds, just before you bust your nut, lasts for two or three minutes. Sometimes you have to fuck like a Demon to get past that last little bit so you can cum. It's awesome stuff, my man. I've been kicked out of the saddle more than once because the girl couldn't take any more. When that happens you can't get rid of them fast enough, so you can jack off to relieve the pressure."

"Hey man, I'm in tight with the corpsman. Do you think he has any?"

"I'm sure he does. If you can get some, I guess you'll be kidnapping me."

"I've already done that. You just don't know it yet. Do I just ask him for, what the fuck did you call it, tropical cream?"

"Topical, no `r'. Topical anesthetic. The stuff I always used is called Nupercain. I don't have any idea what the Doc's call it."

"Jimmy, my man, you're going to have to finish these planes by yourself. I'm going to go tell the Line Chief I need to make a sick call."

"It won't work, Damon. You've never looked healthier in your life. Sgt. Short is just going to tell you get your ass back to work. You know damned well you've got to be dying before that asshole will let off a minute early."

"Jimmy, when I stagger into that line shack, I'm going to look so sick Master Sgt. Short is likely to pick me up and carry me to the dispensary," Damon said and proceeded to demonstrate his routine.

Jim could not control his laughter at Damon's performance. "Mass Sgt. Shote, suh," Damon groaned, "I'se sho be dyin, suh. Dat rat pizen dey puts in de vittles done sho nuff took aholt. My po ole mammy ain't nebber goin see her lil niggah chile no mo. I ain't nebber goin steal no mo wallermellon, ain't nebber goin pick no mo cotton. My po ole mammy goin be bawlin o're my bones til Gabriel come fetch her too."

"I didn't know they grew cotton in Chicago," Jim managed to croak.

"Oh shit. Do you think Short knows I'm from Chicago?"

"Damon, that bastard knows every time you were late for school."

"No he doesn't. That fat fucker can't count that high."

Damon headed for the lineshack just as Gear Grinder pulled up with the fuel truck. "Baker sure looks happy," the driver said, watching Damon shuffle along. "Did he get promoted, or something?"

"No, but he's liable to get busted. He thinks he's going to pull the wool over Short's eyes," Jim answered.

"That'll be a cold day in hell," Gear Grinder retorted.

They were pouring fuel into one of the drop tanks when they heard the scream of a jeep engine. They turned to look just as Sgt. Short's jeep, with Short himself driving, screamed past. Sgt. Short stared straight ahead, his left hand was on the steering wheel and he was holding onto Damon, who was leaning half out of the passengers side, with his right hand. With both hands occupied, he was unable to shift out of second gear and obviously thought he couldn't waste any time on his way to the dispensary.

Jim and Gear Grinder turn to stare at each other. "That fucking Baker is going to get some Brig time out of this," Gear Grinder said.

"God damn, I wish I could have been there when he laid his shit on Sgt. Short," Jim said. "It must have been a legend in the making."

Just then Stumpy, another of Jim's crew trotted up to them. "What the fuck happened to Baker?" he asked in alarm.

"Nothing," Jim said. "He just got into Sgt. Short's, skivvies. If he doesn't get busted to Private, it will be the eighth wonder of the world."

Sgt. Short came to a gravel crunching halt at the door to the dispensary tent. Both the corpsman and the Group doctor heard the whining jeep engine before the jeep actually came into view. As the corpsman poked his head out to see what was happening, Damon gave him a wink. The corpsman immediately turned to the doctor and winked at him in addition to touching his finger to his lips in the universal `quiet' sign.

"What do you have here, Sarg?" the corpsman asked.

"This Marine is very sick," Sgt. Short stammered. "I think he might have food poisoning."

The Doctor ambled out of the tent and began poking and prodding Damon's throat. "Hmmmm, it looks like he might have distalerythroflambus with proximalalveolitis. We'd better get him inside."

Sgt. Short and the corpsman carried Damon into the tent and laid him on one of the cots. "Will he be alright, Doc, er, I mean, Doctor?" Sgt. Short asked.

The Doctor gave the Sgt. a hard look for referring to him as `Doc', then said, "Yes, he'll be alright. You got him here in the nick of time Sgt. That was quick thinking on your part."

Sgt. Short beamed with pride at the doctor's remark.

"We'll just give him a quick mitochondrial transfusion and he'll be as good as new in a couple of hours. You just go back to work, Sgt. and leave him to us. We'll have him fit as a fiddle in no time."

"Okay, Baker. What in the fuck did you do this time?" the Corpsman asked, with the Doctor looking on in amusement, after Sgt. Short had departed.

"Man, I need to ask you a favor," Damon began.

"Another, favor," the corpsman corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I meant," Damon replied. "Anyhow, I needed to come see you and old Sgt. Short thinks minutes are ten dollar bills so I had to lay a little shit on him, man."

"Tell me about this `little shit'," the Doctor said.

Both the Doctor and the Corpsman had to sit down as Damon re-enacted his ruse, with considerable embellishment, on the Sgt.

When they could catch their breath again, the Corpsman asked, "Alright, what is it this time, Baker?"

"Doc," he said to the Corpsman, "I need some," pulling up a sleeve he read what he had written on his arm, "tropical an-ez-thet-ic. Have you got any of that shit?"

The Corpsman looked to the Doctor who chuckled and nodded his head. "Is this to compliment the BL, Baker?" the corpsman asked, handing Damon a lead tube of cream.

"Doc, you know your stuff, don't you," Damon replied, without acknowledging what it was for. "I guess I better go lay down for a couple of hours. Whatever you said I have sounded pretty serious."

"Corporal!" the doctor said as Damon stepped out of the tent.

Damon turned and looked at the Doctor who continued, "Don't get pregnant. I don't do abortions."

"Yes Sir, if I need one of those, I'll go to the black market butchers in town."

"You know something, Doc?" the corpsman said after Damon was out of hearing, "I think we've been out in these god damned boondocks too long. That Baker is looking better every time I see him."

"I know what you mean. I'm going to town tonight before I start doing hands free prostate exams," the Doctor replied.

That night Jim and Damon initiated their plan to return to the shower after the grunt had departed. As expected, Tim was there as well.

All three Marines kept their backs to the lights from which the shower custodian watched over his equipment. All three were sporting hard cocks and were hoping no one else chose to shower late. Jim finished first and stood apart from the others. After toweling off, he applied the ointment to his cock.

"Water's going off, girls," called the unseen watcher.

"Okay, Captain. We're on our way," Jim said and the other two Marines joined him to walk leisurely into the darkness.

Halting beyond the illumination of the lights, they waited for the shower guy to turn everything off and leave, which he did in just a few minutes.

"Don't get your hopes up, Honey," Damon said to Tim as they waited. "Jimmy's my man tonight. You can look but you can't touch."

"If he has anything left when you're done, I get it."

"Sweetheart, tonight Jimmy is going to lose his cherry, to me, and I promise you, he will not have anything left when I'm finished with him."

"Really? You've never fucked before?" Tim asked.

"Not a guy," Jim replied.

Ohmygaaawd," Tim exclaimed. "Save some for me. Pleeeease?" Tim begged.

"We'll see," is all Jim said.

The three Marines walked back to the shower and went around to the far side where the generator, pump and heater were. Damon and Jim came together in a long, gentle kiss, their hard cocks pressed between them.

"Oh Jimmy," Damon spoke in a softly feminine voice that Jim had not heard before. "I am sooo excited. I have dreeeamed of this moment from the first instant that I laid eyes on you."

Jim was at a loss as to what to say. Damon recognized his confusion and gently guided him along.

"Relax, Honey. Your little fuck bitch Damon is going to make everything right," Damon whispered in his ear.

Damon took the jar of lube that he had procured from the corpsman, the corpsman called it BL, for butt lube, from his shaving kit and generously applied some to Jim's cock. He then turned around, spread his legs wide and bent at the waist, supporting his weight with one hand on the shower platform.

"Come here, Jimmy," he spoke over one shoulder.

Jim shuffled close behind him, not sure of what to do next. Damon reached back, between his legs and gently grasped the slippery cock that was poised to deliver him to bliss.

Guiding the hard cock to his waiting sphincter he said, "Push, Jimmy. Fuck me."

Jim pushed and was surprised at how smoothly he was able to bury his cock in Damon's ass. Damon came with the first penetration, spurting his cum onto the ground.

"Oh Jimmy, I love you," Damon purred. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me, Jimmy!"

Jim began to thrust deep and firmly. "Jimmy, please. Fuck me hard. Make me your slut. Fuck me like a caveman, Jimmy."

Jim thrust harder. As deeply as he could drive his hard cock. "Yesss, yesss, yesss," Damon whimpered in his feminine voice. "Oh God, yes."

Jim took a chance and grasped a hand full of Damon's hair, jerked his head back and drove into his ass with all of his strength. Damon immediately came for the second time in about a minute, once again spurting his cum onto the ground.

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy. I love you. I swear I love you, Jimmy. Fuck me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Oh God Jimmy, I love you."

Jim maintained his grip in Damon's hair with his right hand and grasped Damon's left thigh with his left hand. With the added purchase of holding on with both hands, he was able to increase the power of his thrusts.

The ointment was doing its duty, allowing Jim to set a steady, fast and hard rhythm. For forty minutes Jim pounded into Damon's ass eliciting whimpers and soft moans of pleasure. Finally, dripping with sweat, he neared the point of shooting his own load of cum. "Damon, I'm getting close," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh yes, Jimmy. Cum in me. Fill me with your seed. Cum in me Jimmy," he urged.

Jim shortened his stroke and increased his speed to the point that he was unable to go any faster. After about five minutes of superhuman effort, he released Damon's hair and grasped both of his hips, drove deep one last time and finally delivered spurt after spurt of cum into Damon's ass.

As soon as he realized that Jim was cumming, Damon came for the third time, dribbling the last of his cum onto the ground.

When Jim regained control over his body, he once again grasped Damon by the hair and pulled him to a standing position with brute strength. Pulling his head back, Jim kissed him from that awkward position, his cock springing free from Damon's ass in the process.

They stood for several minutes with Jim holding Damon to his chest, nuzzling his ear and gently kissing his neck. "How did I do?" Jim whispered, apprehensively.

"Oh Jimmy, you were perfect. Absolutely perfect. You are the most incredible lover in the world, Jimmy. I knew you would be." Damon purred in his feminine voice.

After a few minutes of just enjoying their skin to skin contact, Damon spoke to Tim. "Timmy, will you get our pots and clean us up, please?"

"Huh?" Tim responded, then, "Oh, yeah. Be right back."

Tim retrieved his and Damon's helmets from where they had set them earlier, propped against braces for the shower platform so they wouldn't spill.

"I'm afraid the water isn't very warm now," he commented.

"That's okay. Pour a little on my hands, will you Hon?" Damon asked.

Tim carefully poured some water over Damon's outstretched hands. With his hands wet, Damon worked up a lather with his soap and gently washed the lube from around his well fucked asshole.

"More water, Timmy," he said and proceeded to rinse his hands and ass until all traces of soap had been eliminated.

"Your turn, Jimmy," he said.

"I want to do it," Tim protested when Damon moved to wash Jim's cock.

"Okay, Honey," Damon replied, kissing Tim lightly on the lips. "Have your fun."

Tim poured water over Jim's cock and washed it with soap, working up a generous lather. After three times of washing and rinsing, with considerable effort employed during the washing, he had Jim's cock about half hard again.

"Come on Jimmy," he coaxed. "Make this beauty hard again. I want some too."

"Sorry, Timmy. It isn't going to get any harder than this again tonight. I don't have the energy to give it to you if it did get hard. I never dreamed fucking while standing could be so fucking much work."

Jim walked around to the other side of the platform, climbed the four steps and sat down, well back from the edge of the platform. Patting the floor between his legs, he looked at Damon and said, "Come here and sit, Babe."

Damon sat between Jim's knees and leaned against his chest. Jim encircled him with his arms and held him close. Tim snuggled up to Jim's back, helping to balance him. They waited like that until well after `lights out' in the tent area. They each made it back to their respective tents without attracting any attention.

Later the next day, Jim saw Lt. Nightgun walking toward his end of the flight line. He met him at the first airplane in his section, which was assigned to Pfc. Black, who was white with blonde hair.

"Hey Blackie," Jim said to Pfc. Black, will you polish the canopy on my plane? I need to talk to the Lt. for a few minutes. I'll do yours a little later. Do you mind?"

"Sure thing, Sarg, and don't worry about mine, I'll polish it myself when you're done. I don't mind," Blackie said and left the two men alone.

"How did it go yesterday, Sgt.," Lt. Nightgun asked. "Did you and Baker do it?"

"First off, if I have to forget the Lt.' shit, you have to forget the Sgt.' shit. If you're Brad, to me, I'm Jim, to you. Second, yes, we did."

"Oh, that lucky fucker. How was it? Did he like it? Did you fuck him hard? Did you fuck him in the bushes? Did you do it on the ground? Were you both naked? Did you cum in him? Did you fu..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jim interrupted. "For fuck sake, Sir, uh, Brad, I can't even remember all of those questions, let alone answer them. Let's go stand next to the airplane. We're too conspicuous out here."

"Sorry.Jim, I'm just so excited about finally getting to talk to you about sex and fucking. I thought this day would never come," the Lt. said as they walked casually toward the airplane. "Tell me everything, please?" Brad begged.

Jim told the entire story, from the first time he and Damon had gotten together to their encounter the previous night, including his experience with Tim McClure.

"Damn! A few days ago you were innocent and unsuspecting. Now you're a hot stud with guys begging for your cock. I wish I could have been your first."

"Just what is it that you really want," Jim asked.

"Jim, what I really want is for you to fuck my brains out."

"That's it?"

"What do you mean, 'that's it'?"

"You don't want to get sucked or to suck, yourself?"

"Of course I want to suck you but I don't want to be sucked. Getting sucked is too manly. I just want to please a man, I don't want to be one."

"Do you kiss?" Jim asked.

"Oh god, yes! I love to be kissed and caressed and treated like a lady. Then I like to be fucked like a slut."

"How do you like to be fucked? What position, I mean?"

"Jim, can I call you Jimmy?" Brad asked.

"You might as well. My mother calls me Jimmy, Damon calls me Jimmy, Tim calls me Jimmy so you might as well call me Jimmy, too."

"So, you might say, everyone who loves you, calls you Jimmy. Never mind," Brad said when Jim started to respond, "What I really want, I have never done, yet. What I really want is to be tied down, and I mean tied down on the ground, in the dirt. Tied face down, spread eagle and fucked viciously. That's what I really want. Can you do that?"

"That is not a problem. They picked up the guard from this end, this morning. The day after tomorrow, I want you at my airplane at five-forty - five in the morning. Be here and be here prepared to get fucked, long and hard. I'll decide then whether or not you can suck my cock," Jim demanded.

"Yes Sir," Brad replied, "I'll be here. Oh god. I'm so excited. Will we be alone?" he added.

"I might have Damon stand guard for us."

"How about McClure?"

"Probably not. Why?"

"Oh, I was just wondering. That's all."

"Bullshit! Do you want him here?"

"Yes," Brad said quietly, "I would love to have an audience when you fuck me like a Bitch in heat. I would love for them to see me down in the dirt, tied up and being degraded and fucked by a real man."

Jim casually looked around, seeing they were still alone, he stepped close and firmly grasped Brad's cock, which had been hard for most of their conversation. "I'll see what I can do, Bitch," he said and squeezed Brad's cock, hard, for a second or two.

"Thank you, Jimmy," Brad said. "I'm going to see if I can walk this off," patting his hard cock, "Before I have to get back to work." Brad turned to walk away and looked back at Jim. "I love you, Jimmy," he said softly before continuing away.

`What in the fuck am I getting myself into,' Jim thought as he watched the Lt. walk toward the line shack.

Later Damon approached and said, "I saw you talking to your new girlfriend. Are you sure I shouldn't be getting jealous?"

"No, there is no need for you to be jealous, Damon. I'm going to fuck him and I'm going to fuck McClure, but you're the one that I love."

Damon stood rigid, in amazement, "Do you really love me, Jimmy?" he asked.

"Yes. I wanted to tell you last night but I wanted us to be alone. I don't know what to say except, I love you." Jim said earnestly. "God damn it," he added when he saw tears on Damon's cheeks, "Don't start bawling on me, Damon. It was hard enough to say without you blubbering like an old woman."

Although Jim sounded a little coarse, Damon saw the love shining in his eyes and that was what counted.

Now that Jim was interested in having enough time and privacy to be with Damon on a frequent basis, he was surprised at how little time was actually available to them. He realized that while he still had as many opportunities to jack off alone, should he want to, as he always had, the possibility of Damon and himself having mutual free time was quite limited. Their days were not any busier than before, they simply didn't require time together before this, so their busy schedules went un-noticed.

That day and the next went by without intimate contact by the three Marines, Jim, Damon and Tim. At the end of the second day, Jim reminded Damon and Tim, separately, that he wanted them to be at the flightline, un-noticed, when the night guard was picked up at five-thirty in the morning. He had managed to make brief eye contact with Lt. Nightgun, earlier in the day. He had just nodded slightly to remind the Lt. that he was expecting him to keep his appointment.

Jim, Damon and Tim were waiting at Jim's airplane when the Lt. arrived, promptly at five-forty-five, as instructed. Jim lead them to his and Damon's hideout, which Tim and the Lt. saw for the first time.

"God, Jimmy. This place is perfect," Tim crooned. "I hope you will invite me here often," he added, hopefully.

Jim winked at Tim and Damon and said, "You guys are just spectators, today." Having said that, he grabbed the front of the Lt.'s flight suit and pulled him to the center of four tie-down augers that he had screwed into the ground in about a six foot by eight foot pattern. Each tie-down auger had an eight foot tie-down rope tied to it.

He unzipped the Lt.'s flight suit to about the bottom of his rib-cage, the peeled the top half of the suit down to that same level, effectively securing the Lt.'s arms to his side. With that done, he began to very lightly and slowly, caress the Lt.'s face with the tips of his fingers. When the Lt. attempted to speak, Jim cut him off by gently placing a finger to his lips.

"Shhh," he said, softly.

Jim brought his face close to the Lt.'s. So close the Lt. could feel the Sgt.'s breath on his skin. Ever so lightly, Jim would touch his lips to the Lt.'s skin for a fraction of a second. He touched a cheek, then an ear lobe, an eye, which involuntarily closed just prior to the contact, to his forehead, to the bridge of his nose. Touching his lips to the Lt.'s lips, he slowly brushed along the width of his lips, taking his lips away slightly, he moved the other eye, to the other cheek, to the other ear lobe, which he very gently sucked for about a second. From there he moved back to the Lt.'s lips, touching them lightly, then moving to his chin, from his chin to his throat. From the Lt.'s throat, Jim dragged his lips to the side of his neck, then along the length of his collarbone. From his collarbone, he dragged his lips to one of the Lt.'s nipples, which he gently touched with his tongue. He then moved to the other nipple to repeat his ministrations in the reverse order, to the Lt.'s other side.

Jim once again moved to the Lt.'s lips. He captured the Lt.'s lower lip between his own and when he felt the Lt. begin to open his mouth, he gently commanded, "Don't move." He once again captured the Lt.'s lower lip between his own and licked his tongue along its outer surface first, then along the inside of the lip. He released the lower lip and performed the same action on his upper lip. After that, he caressed the Lt.'s gums with his tongue.

"Kiss me, Brad," Jim ordered, and thrust his tongue back into the Lt.'s mouth. Though his hands were still pinned to his sides by the flight suit, Brad vainly tried to hug his tormentor as they vigorously kissed. Jim held Brad's head firmly between his hands for the duration of their extended kiss.

Stepping back a half a step, Jim pulled the flight suit back over Brad's shoulders. "I want you naked, now," he quietly ordered.

When Brad began to struggle out of his flight suit, Jim stopped him and said, "Shoes first."

Brad dropped to one knee and removed one shoe then reversed knees and removed the other. He then stood and quickly shucked off his flight suit to stand naked before the three men watching him, his cock very hard, extending straight out from his groin.

Damon had begun unbuttoning his utility jacket. Jim looked to the two spectators and nodded approval. Soon they were both naked also. Both with hard cocks as well. Jim touched Brad's chest and caressed down to his pubic hair. Slowly walking around the Lt., who was trembling with anticipation, Jim softly caressed his ass, his back, his shoulders and back to his pubic hair as he completed his circle around the excited Marine Lt.

Jim stepped back again and dropped to a knee to remove one boot and sock. Switching knees, he removed the other boot and sock. He stood once again and ever so slowly removed his utility jacket. After allowing the Lt. to stare for a couple of minutes, Jim quickly removed his trousers. All four men stood naked, with hard ons. Two, Damon and Tim were stroking theirs, the other two were not.

Jim stepped close enough to Brad to touch their cocks together. "You will be permitted to speak one word," Jim said, forcefully, "That one word is `no'. That is the only word you may speak. If you do not speak that word, I demand silence. Do you understand?"

Brad almost said yes but caught himself and just nodded his head. "Very good. You follow orders," Jim said approvingly. "I am going to fuck you, Brad. Do you understand?" Again, Brad nodded. "Do you want me to fuck you, Brad?" Without hesitation, Brad nodded vigorously.

In a motion that was so swift it took the other three men by surprise, Jim grabbed Brad and placed him face down in the dirt, tying first one wrist then the other, with the tie-down ropes using the same rolling-hitch that they used to tie down the airplanes. After tying Brad's ankles in a like manner, he had the Lt. securely tied, spread eagle, ready to be fucked.

Retrieving his trousers, Jim extracted a handkerchief, a prophylactic and Damon's jar of BL. Wiping his cock dry, satisfied that the cream he had applied earlier had made it numb enough, he rolled the rubber onto it and liberally applied some lube.

Placing Brad's flight suit on the ground where his own knees would rest, Jim lowered himself onto the Lt.'s back and placed his cock at Brad's anal sphincter. "This is your last chance to say the word, Bitch. Do you want me to continue?" Jim demanded. Brad remained silent.

Jim carefully entered Brad's ass, until he was assured it was safe to plunge deep, which he did. After fine tuning his position so he could comfortably pound into brad's asshole, he began his assault, hard, fast and deep.

"Man, this Bitch is taking some meat, Timmy," Damon said as he and Tim knelt, one on each side of the Lt.'s head.

"Yeah, and the fucking Whore loves it," Tim replied, "Look at her squirm."

After about twenty minutes, Jim was glistening with sweat, paying no heed to the whimpering and moans from Brad who was by now, clawing at the dirt. At about forty minutes, Brad began crying.

"Listen to this Cunt," Damon said. "She acts like she don't like being fucked."

"Hey, Cunt," Tim said, "I'll trade places with you, if you can't handle a real man."

After a few more minutes, when Brad's crying became uncontrolled sobbing, Jim slowed down then stopped, wondering if he had gone too far in raping the Lt.'s helpless ass. Getting to his feet, Jim removed the rubber and untied the crying Lt. who immediately curled into the fetal position and continued to cry heavily.

Jim sat on Brad's flight suit and gathered the crying man in his strong arms, pulling him onto his lap. Brad immediately wrapped his arms around Jim, placed his head against his chest and continued crying. By this time, no one had a hard on any more. Damon and Tim dressed and quietly left the hideout.

In a few minutes, Brad's crying began to subside, then finally stopped. "Are you okay, Honey," Jim asked, tenderly.

Brad looked into Jim's eyes, his own glassy with tears, smiled slightly and nodded his head.

"Are you sure?" Jim asked with genuine concern.

"Yes," Brad whispered.

"Are you hurt, Brad?"

"No," he whispered again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Brad replied, a little stronger.

"Brad, did I hurt you very bad? I didn't mean to."

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," Brad said smiling into Jim's eyes. "You didn't hurt me, you were perfect. It was beautiful, it was perfect. Oh god, Jimmy, I've dreamed this very thing a hundred times. You made my dream come true, Jimmy. I love you."

Jim stared at Brad in confusion.

Brad managed to chuckle a little, "Jimmy, I was in an emotional overload. My poor over stimulated brain couldn't process all of the pleasure, all of the joy, all of the bliss that I was experiencing. You didn't hurt me Jimmy, honest," Brad said, lightly caressing Jim's cheek.

Jim intended to kiss Brad lightly on the lips but their kiss turned into a deep, long, gentle but passionate kiss. "God, Brad," Jim said, finally, "I was scared shitless."

"I know you were, Jimmy," Brad laughed. "You're so cute when you're scared. Did you know that?"

"You asshole," Jim grumbled and they both laughed.

Jim and Brad dressed and found Damon and Tim anxiously waiting by the taxiway when they left the hideout. "Are you guys okay," Damon asked as they approached.

"Everything is perfect," Brad said. Placing a hand on each of their shoulders, he continued, "Thanks, guys. You helped to make my dream come true. This is something I've dreamed about since I was fourteen years old. I didn't think it would ever become a reality."

"Son of a bitch," Damon ejaculated. "I thought this big dicked stud had killed you."

"Another session like that and he will," Brad replied.

"Now you listen to me," Damon demanded, "Jimmy here is my man. I've already set Timmy straight and now I'm setting you straight, Jimmy is my man. Officer or no officer, you try to steal my man and your ass is going to be mine. You got that?"

"From what I saw of your equipment, you can have my ass anytime you want it. However, If I thought for a second that I could take Jimmy away from you, I'd do it. Unfortunately for me, I can tell he's in love with you, you lucky bastard," Brad responded.

"Okay, girls, knock it off," Jim laughed. "Come on guys, we've got to get to the chow hall. How did you get here, Brad?" "My jeep is down by the Hot Pad shack. Come on, I'll give you guys a lift back to the area."

"Now you're talking sense, Loootenant," Damon teased.

Later that afternoon, not long before quitting time, the skipper hailed Jim as he walked near the administration dome, "Have you got a minute, Sgt. Davis?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," Jim said, snapping to attention and rendering a hand solute.

"At ease, Sgt.," the skipper said, returning the solute. "I'd like to talk to you in private, Sgt. Davis. Will you walk to the end of the taxiway with me?"

"Yes Sir," Jim replied. "Am I in trouble Sir?"

"Not as far as I'm concerned you're not. You might see it in a different light, however."

Jim worried about what trouble he might be in as they walked down the flightline. Everyone who observed them had similar thoughts.

"Sgt. Steele," the skipper said to Stumpy, when they got to the last airplane on the line, "Would you allow us to use your revetment for a private conversation?" the Skipper asked.

"Yes Sir. My pleasure Sir," Stumpy replied, knowing the Skipper's request was an order. "I have a lot of things that I want to say to you, Sgt. Davis," the Skipper said after stumpy had left.

"Do I want to hear any of them, Sir?" Jim asked, knowing he could be casual with the Skipper when they were alone and the atmosphere was right, as he felt it was now.

"Some, yes, some, no. To start with, Sgt. Davis, you don't know how much I owe you," the Skipper began, "I have been offered the rank of `full bird' and it's all because of you."

"Sir, I don't understand, Sir," Jim exclaimed.

"Let me talk, Son," the Skipper said.

"You know that you got the highest score in the squadron on the recent tech test, don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Did you know you got the highest score in the entire MAG 11?"

"I had heard rumors that I did but nothing official, Sir."

"Well, I'm making it official, you did. Not only that, you got the highest score on that test in the entire Department of the Navy, world wide. The highest score ever achieved."

"I didn't know that, Sir. That's unbelievable, Sir." Jim said, stunned by what he had heard.

"Do you know why you had to take the test over?"

"Yes Sir. Someone lost my first test, Sir."

"No! Your first test wasn't lost. As you said, your score was unbelievable. Some Big Brass asshole in Washington DC said you had to have cheated, that's why you had to take it over and that's why there was an observer in the room with you when you took it. You got a 98 on the first one, you got a 100 on the second. Officially, you got a 98."

"I thought I had gotten a 100 on the second one. I studied the material after the first test to see what kind of score I might have gotten. I saw where I had missed a couple of questions on the first one but I thought I had gotten them all on the second." Jim said.

"You tied with someone at Camp Pendleton for first place on the General Military Subjects test. The Navy takes a different test than we Marines do on that one. Anyway, your test scores, plus the impression you have made on every official visitor we've had, and the smoothness of the flightline operation, which is a direct result of the way you have trained your crew to work together, has made me look like Lt. Colonel Wonderman. I have been offered full bird and it was suggested that I get you to re-up and take you to Maryland, where I'm going to be stationed, with me. I was told to meritoriously promote you to Technical Sergeant, if you would re-enlist. Sgt. Davis, I lied to them. I said I had asked you and that you had declined. If you want the promotion, I'll tell them you changed your mind. Do you want it?"

"No Sir. You've already given me my Corporal stripes and my Sergeant stripes, meritoriously. I sure as hell don't deserve to skip Staff and go to Tech meritoriously as well. Hell, Sir, I still feel guilty about the first two promotions," Jim replied.

"Don't feel guilty, Sgt. Davis. Shit, look at Sgt. Short. That stupid son of a bitch couldn't put fuel in an airplane and here he is running the flightline. I should say, he thinks he's running the flightline. You and I both know that you really run the flightline. Every procedure in that entire operation you created or refined. Do you want the promotion?"

"No Sir."

"Okay, you can change your mind if you want. Think about it. Now, what I'm going to tell you now, you have to keep to yourself," the Skipper continued, "In three weeks we're going back to Japan. Fleet Marine Force wants us to just give three days notice to move out but I've told them that I'm giving five days. They grumbled but passed the word that everyone is to give five days notice. Do you think I did the right thing and do you have any suggestions?"

"First off, yes Sir, I think you did the right thing. Second, yes, I do have a suggestion," Jim said, "When you give the official notice that we're moving, again, also give notice that beginning the day after the announcement, everyone will be in full uniform from now on. We've had it too easy out here, Sir. When we get back to Japan, everyone needs to be in the habit of being in uniform."

"Sgt. Davis." The Skipper said, "You are truly amazing. You are absolutely right and I should have thought of that myself. Thank you, you've saved my ass again."

"Thank you Sir."

"Now, Sgt. Davis," the Skipper said, "I've got some things to say that are quite personal. Quite personal for a number of people. To start off, I want you to look at this." Having said that, the Skipper un-zipped his flight suit and pulled it open for Jim to see. What Jim saw was, the Skipper was wearing women's panties.

"Is that what I think it is, Sir?" he asked when he regained his ability to speak.

"If you think you're looking at panties, yes."

"Why are you showing me those, Sir?"

"To show you that I trust you, Sgt. Davis. I want you to trust me too."

"I do trust you, Sir. I'd trust you with my life."

"We'll see. Lt. Nightgun came to see me today. We had a long talk. Actually, we've had quite a few long talks. He told me a long time ago that he is Homosexual. He also has told me several times that he is in love with you, Sgt.," the Skipper paused, waiting for a response. Jim remained silent and stone faced.

"He also told me about this morning," the Skipper continued. Jim still remained silent and stone faced.

"Sgt. Davis, I do not disapprove of what happened this morning. We each have our idiosyncrasies and our needs. I am not one to judge because I have my own special needs. Needs that, if revealed to my superiors, would have me thrown out of the Marine Corps. Sgt. Davis," the Skipper continued, "I sometimes need to dress as a woman. When I am dressed as a woman, I need a man. My wife knows of my needs. She understands what happens to me when I have to fulfill my needs. My wife even buys my woman's clothing, for me. What are you thinking, Sgt. Davis?"

"I'm just wondering where you are going with this, Sir," Jim answered.

"I think you know where I'm going with this, Sgt. Davis. I am desperate to fulfill my needs, right now. It has been many months since I have satisfied that part of me. I want you to satisfy my needs. I've wanted you to satisfy my needs since you first joined this squadron. I've talked it over with my wife and she has urged me to determine if you are agreeable to this type of behavior. I now know you are a participant but I do not know which way the wind blows, regarding your involvement. I know you are fucking three other Marines in this squadron but I don't know if that is the only activity that you are open to."

"I don't want to be fucked," the Skipper continued, "The thought of that repulses me. I also don't want to be sucked, not by men anyway. That's something that my wife does for me and does it well. I can wait for that until I get back home. What I really need is a man who will treat me like a woman, when I am dressed like a woman, then allow me to perform oral sex on him."

"So, Sir,' Jim began, "Your wife knows and approves of your, uh, needs. She also buys your wardrobe for you and encourages you to involve me in your gratification. Why do I think you are baiting me, Sir? If all you say is true, why do I get the feeling that you are attempting to get me to confess to behavior that can get me and three other guys in this squadron, court marshaled? I have always trusted you, Sir but right now, I think I would be a fool to even hint that there has been any homosexual activity carried out by anyone in this squadron."

"`Your defense mechanism serves you well, Sgt., you consider all of the possibilities before you commit yourself. That is why you are such an exceptional leader. I swear to you on my honor, as a man and as an officer in the Marine Corps, that every word I have spoken to you is the truth. I can offer no more credible evidence than this," the Skipper replied.

"Thank you, Sir," Jim responded, "What would you have me do, should I accept your proposition, Sir?"

"Sgt. Davis, for a high school drop out, you converse incredibly well. With one exception, all of our officers are college graduates. None of them communicate as efficiently as you do. What I would have you do, Sgt., is to be my `date' while I am my alter ego."

"Lt. Nightgun described your foreplay this morning. Before he finished, we were both fondling erections. Our own, of course," the Skipper added.

"Assuming that whatever Lt. Nightgun described to you really occurred," Jim replied, "is that what you would desire, yourself?"

"Yes, Sgt. Davis, it is. However, I need my seducer to be in uniform. To be seduced by a non-com in dress blues, has been a nearly life long ambition. When I was twelve years old, I was out in public, dressed as a girl when I saw a Marine Recruiter in Blues. That is the first time I realized that I needed another guy to satisfy me when I'm dressed. I haven't fulfilled the fantasy of being seduced by a Marine in Blues, yet. I want you to be that Marine, Sgt. Davis."

"Where would you have this seduction accomplished, Sir?" Jim asked.

"I have pondered that very question, often. There seems to be no possible location that is acceptable in our present deployment. That is why I haven't propositioned you before this. In three weeks, however, we will be back at Atsugi. Then, the possibilities are many. Will you consider my proposition, Sgt. Davis?"

"I will think about it, Sir," Jim replied.

"Thank you, Sgt. I can ask for no more than that."

"Is Lt. Nightgun to be privy to this conversation, Sir."

"Only that we are having this conversation and that the three of us are aware of this mornings event. Thank you for asking."

"You are assuming that there was an event this morning, Sir. I do not acknowledge that event occurred."

"I'll ask Brad to speak to you about the conversations he and I have had, Sgt. Davis," the Skipper replied, using Brad's given name for the first time. "Is there anything else we should discuss at this time, Sgt. Davis?"

"I don't think so, Sir. I have no concerns that warrant your attention. Thank you."

"Jim," the Skipper said, using Jim's given name for the first time, "I can't tell you how proud I am to have you in my outfit. You are one in a million." With that said, the Skipper offered his hand to Jim.

"Sir," Jim replied, "I am even more proud to have you as my Skipper." Jim chanced a wink at the Skipper and added, "Does that put me in line for Master Sergeant, Sir?"

The Skipper just chuckled as they shook hands briefly. "Well. I've got to go back to work," he said, and added, "and don't you dare solute me, understand?"

"Yes Sir," Jim answered, then stepped back one step, came to a rigid attention and rendered a textbook perfect hand solute.

The Skipper returned the solute and said, with a wink, "Asshole!"

"Sir," Jim replied, "From this day forward, I will consider it to be a compliment to be called an asshole."

The Skipper shook his head and turned to walk back to his office in the geodesic dome. Upon turning around, he saw at least a half a dozen men in the distance, watching the two of them. Jim's solute was just another example of his intuitive knowledge to do the right thing.

When asked by one of his own crew, what the Skipper said, Jim just said, "Can't tell you. Just do what I do and keep quiet about it." He knew his men well enough to know they could be trusted to do as he said. To anyone else who asked, he just said, "A personal issue of mine," and let it go at that.

Jim called his crew together before they shut down operations for the day. "Stumpy, Willy, Blackie, can we meet in your tent, say, at eight o'clock Monday night?"

"Sure," they chimed in unison.

"What's up?" Stumpy asked.

"I can't say but, we all need to have a clean set of utilities with us, and not the ones we're wearing at the time. You guys have an iron, don't you?"

"Oh fuck, we're going to have a fucking inspection. So that's the plot you and the Skipper hatched today," Damon lamented, "It was your idea too, wasn't it?"

"It wasn't Sgt. Jim's idea," Stumpy interjected, "If it was, we'd have to spitshine our boots, too."

"Oh yeah, you're right," Damon admitted.

"You're not even close, guys. Just be there with clean utilities and keep this to yourselves. Don't everyone wash your duds at the same time or people will start to wonder," Jim said, "Guys, we've always been `one up' on the rest of the squadron. We're going to do it again. Remember, not a word to anyone. Don't even talk about it amongst yourselves. Okay, none of our planes are flying tonight so let's tie them down and get the fuck out of here before Sgt. Short decides we don't look busy enough. Gear Grinder is going to be fueling airplanes for a couple more hours. He said I could use his truck to take you guys back to the tents. We can't let Short find out about it though. Come on, let's get moving."

Jim's crew had their airplanes secured for the night before anyone else on the flightline even thought about doing it. Gear Grinder brought his six-by to the end of the flightline and ran back to his fuel truck. Jim drove his crew to the tents then returned the truck to where Gear Grinder had parked it, then jogged back to the tents, himself.

Jim was in the early parade to the showers that night. Even though he was early, first Damon, the Tim fell in with him as he walked along.

"Fuck, you guys must sit on your rack, buck naked, just waiting for me to walk by," Jim said when the other two had joined him.

"I Don't know about Damon, but I do," Tim replied.

"I don't." Damon said, moving close to Jim, "Jimmy," he said softly, "I can hear your zipper going down. As soon as I hear your zipper, I jump out of my clothes, just in case you have something for me."

"Damon, you're hopeless," Jim laughed.

"Yes I am, my beautiful Sergeant. Yes indeed, I am."

"I think I'm going to cry," Tim said, "You love birds are so touching."

"Fuck you, Tim," Jim said, jokingly.

"Now you're talking my language," Tim said, gleefully.

As the three Marines walked back to the tent area after showering, Tim walked close to Damon's side. "Damon," he said, "can I have Jimmy, tonight?"

Jim looked to Damon and Damon looked to Jim. "Timmy, you skinny little fuck, just to show you my hearts in the right place, I'm going to allow you to petition my man for a little mutual, depression suppression," Damon replied.

"Damon, what the fuck are you talking about? I just want a little of Jimmy's up close and personal attention, tonight. I don't want have to look up whatever you said in the fucking dictionary," Tim complained. "What the fuck is `depression suppression'?"

"Timmy, my pretty young friend, after Jim's abbreviated session with the L T today, I think we're all a little depressed," Damon said, "Shit, I thought He'd ruined the fucker. I could see the MP's hauling all of our asses to the brig. If you can get Jimmy up for it, he's yours. Remember though, don't get any funny ideas. I'm just loaning him to you."

"Corporal Baker, Sir, do I have any say regarding this matter?" Jim asked.

"Regarding Timmy's slobbering all over your cock, yes. Regarding your being my man, fuck no."

"Sorry Sir, I just thought I'd ask," Jim replied.

"Jimmy, please," Timmy pleaded. "You've fucked Damon and the L T, I need some loving too."

"Shit, Tim, we can't fuck in the tents. Are you fucking crazy?"

"Yes we can, Jimmy. Both of my roomies are gone tonight, probably for the weekend. Everyone in the tent to the South of mine is gone, too. I'll be quiet. Please?"

"Both of my room mates are gone for the weekend, too. A bunch of the guys chartered a bus to take them to Taipei," Jim replied and became quiet, in thought.

Tim said nothing because he knew Jim was trying to work something out, in his head.

"Timmy,' he said, "it's going to rain tonight. Bring your blanket to my tent after the lights go out. I'll make us a bed on the floor. Once you get there, I'll tie the flaps closed. You can spend the night with me but if you make one sound, I'm going to throw you out into the fucking rain. How does that sound?"

"Oh god, Jimmy. That sounds perfect," Tim squealed.

"Wrong!" Damon exclaimed. "Wrong, wrong, wrong. You sexy little Bitch, are not going to spend the night alone with my man. Got it?"

"I am too. Jimmy said I could, you, you, Brute," Tim argued.

"Girlie Boy, I'll take my bayonet and remove the `boy' from you if you try taking my man. You little Slut!"

"Jimmy, tell this jealous..."

"Whoa," Jim interrupted. "Damon, you bring your blanket, more if you have any, both of you, and we'll all sleep together. Now, if I hear another peep out of either of you, I'm sleeping alone."

Damon glared menacingly at Tim who was grinning from ear to ear as they approached Tim's tent.

As they continued along after Tim left them, Damon asked, "Jimmy, how could you allow that man stealing Trollop to spend the night with you. You know I love you more than that little tramp ever could. How could you?"

Jim took Damon's arm and guided him to the center of the lane between the tent rows, as far away from unwelcome ears as they could get. "Damon," Jim said softly, "Trust me, please. Timmy is no threat to my commitment to you. Can't you see that? I love you, Damon. You are a part of me. Please trust me, Damon."

"Why didn't you invite me to spend the night with, then?" Damon pouted.

"Damon, Honey, if I had you on the floor of that tent, there is no power on earth that could stop me from pounding your ass right through the fucking floor. We'd make so much noise, they'd sound the air raid sirens. Patience, my love, we will have our taste of honey."

"I'm sorry, Jimmy. I just get so jealous sometimes, I lose control of my emotions. I know where your heart is, but that doesn't mean you don't have to tell me, once in a while."

The rain had started falling and was coming down in torrents, more than an hour before the generator was due to be shut down. Jim had made a pass through the tent area and had secured the tent flaps closed on all of the vacant tents. The occupants of the rest of the tents secured their tent flaps also so every tent was sealed from the elements, as well as prying eyes.

Damon and Tim entered Jim's tent together, not long before the lights went out. They both had brought two blankets. Jim spread both of his out on the floor, then he decided to take the blankets from the cots of his absent tent mates and spread them out as well. Damon and Tim spread theirs out on the growing pile, bringing the blanket thickness to eight. Jim was the wettest of the three as he had made his rounds, closing vacant tents.

"I don't know about you two but I'm getting out of these wet clothes," Jim said and proceeded to strip naked. Damon and Tim followed suit. Tim already had a hard on.

"You just can't wait, can you, you little Hussy," Damon teased.

Jim retrieved the jar of lube that Damon had acquired. He kept it in his possession now. He opened the foil of a new rubber and told Tim to turn out the light.

After the light went out, it was pitch black in the tent. Tim cautiously ambled around until he located Jim in the darkness. Pressing close to the hard muscled chest of his idol, Tim encircled Jim's neck with his arms and initiated a kiss. Jim especially enjoyed Tim's kisses. They were soft but demanding. It was as if he was trying to pull Jim into his soul, through his mouth. The two men kissed for several minutes and true to his word, Tim never made a sound.

"Here," Jim said, passing the rubber to Tim in the darkness. "Do your magic and put this on me."

Tim went to his knees and, with his mouth, worked his magic on Jim's cock, bringing it to full hardness in less than a minute.

Jim pulled him to his feet once again and kissed him vigorously. "How do you want it?" he whispered to the young Marine, after their kiss.

"I want to be on my back so we can kiss when you fuck me," Tim whispered back.

Jim fumbled around and located the jar of lube. After generously lubing his rubber covered cock and wiping his hands on his wash cloth, he pushed Tim to his back and followed him down. Tim ran his hand down Jim's chest, to the base of his cock, which he grasped, to keep his hand out of the lube, and guided it to his waiting asshole. When he felt his cock against Tim's anus, Jim pushed gently and easily slipped inside.

With a few long gentle thrusts, Jim found his position, his upper body weight supported by rigid, extended arms, his lower body weight resting on his knees. Tim adapted to it and hung from Jim's neck, by his slender arms so Jim was holding much of the weight of both of them.

Tim brought his lips to Jim's ear and whispered softly, "Jimmy, I love you. I need you. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me as hard and as long as you want. I won't cry like that L T, I'll just love you more and more. Fuck me, Jimmy."

He then moved his lips to Jim's and they kissed tenderly as they began fucking in earnest.

With the first few strokes there was a thump, thump on the floor as Jim drove home. He quickly adjusted his position and all was quiet except for a subdued squishing sound from the lube as Jim's hard cock reciprocated in Tim's ass.

After about fifteen minutes, Tim broke their kiss and whispered, "Faster Jimmy. I'm going to cum. Make me cum. Make me cum, Jimmy."

Jim increased his speed and felt Tim's asshole tighten its grip when the young man orgasmed.

After his orgasm, Tim continued to cling to Jim's neck but the rest of his body was relaxed. Jim continued to stroke powerfully until he neared his own climax.

"Are you ready, Timmy? I'm going to cum," he whispered.

"Wait Jimmy, Wait. I want you to cum in my mouth. Please, Jimmy, cum in my mouth."

When he got to the point that he could not hold out any longer, Jim pulled out of Tim's ass and stood, peeling the rubber off as he moved. Tim immediately rolled to his knees and engulfed Jim's hard cock. Jim allowed Tim to do all of the work this time. He just stood still and gritted his teeth to hold off as long as possible. Finally, Tim's feverish efforts paid off. He felt Jim's cock swell, then felt the soapy tasting cum wash over his tongue. He continued to suck Jim was drained completely. Jim finally pulled away and dropped to his knees to begin another long, tender kiss.

"I'm sleeping in the middle, you little Bitch," Damon hissed.

Jim awakened about five in the morning, as was his custom, and found that the rain was still pounding onto the tent. He had slept the night through but the hardness of the floor, in spite of the thickness of six blankets, made for a restless sleep. Though he had drifted off to sleep with Damon's back snuggled against his chest, sometime during the night they had moved and were now back to back. He rolled back to snuggle close to Damon again and reached over his waist to fondle his cock. Damon, in his sleep, mumbled something uncomplimentary and dislodged himself from Jim's grasp.

Okay, Sweetheart,' Jim thought, I'll try a little later.'

"Come on, you two sleepy heads," Jim whispered as he shook the two sleeping Marines. "It's time to get up and get back to your own tents."

"Hmmmm," Damon moaned, "Let me sleep for a few more minutes."

"Not so loud, Damon," Jim urged, "We're not in the clear, yet. Come on, you guys have to get out of here before the rest of the squadron starts getting out and about. Get a move on, you two."

"Do we have time for round two, Jimmy?" Tim asked.

"No, you don't have time for round two, you fucking little nymphomaniac," Damon hissed, now fully awake.

"Shhh, you two get the fuck out of here or we'll all get drummed out of the Corps. Now move!"

"Okay, okay, we're moving," Damon protested. "Timmy, my Love, you're leaving first. I'm not about to leave here while your itching to fuck my man, again."

"Both of you leave," Jim commanded. "The generator is going to start in a few minutes and people will be up and moving. Get back to your tents while it's still dark. Now move."

"What time are you going to breakfast, Jimmy?" Tim asked.

"As soon as they open. How about you?"

"I think I'll go with you," Tim replied, eyeing Damon in anticipation of more protest.

"It's lucky for me you can't seduce him in the mess tent, you horny little Tramp. I can get some more sleep with having to defend my territory," Damon commented.

After Jim and Tim had breakfast, during which they were the only non-duty customers, they each went back to their own tents, and back to sleep as the rain continued, unabated.

A little over two hours later, Jim was awakened by the sound of someone untying the flaps to his tent. Damon entered and immediately retied the flaps. Without a word, the two Marines met in the center of the tent and kissed lovingly. Their kisses lead to fondling which lead to sucking. In a period of thirty minutes they had each sucked the other off.

Damon sucked Jim off first. It was while Jim was sucking Damon's cock that he finally managed to briefly take the entire length into his mouth. He began to gag as his nose burrowed into Damon's pubic hair and had to retreat quickly but he had at last, taken all of Damon's generous length.

"You're a quick study, Jimmy Honey," Damon said after they had gratified one another. "There have been only a couple of other guys who could take all of me and they were old timers in the game. In a few weeks, you'll be able to take any cock that comes along, regardless of size."

"Damon, my Love, yours is the only cock I'll ever suck. I'll fuck anyone and everyone but you are the only man I'll ever suck. You are also the only man I will ever love, I swear," Jim proclaimed.

The next two weeks seemed to go by quickly. During those two weeks, Jim and Damon managed to fuck a half a dozen times and traded blow jobs a couple of times more than that. Jim, Damon and Tim had one more late shower episode as well with Tim getting delightfully fucked.

Also during those two weeks, Lt. Nightgun and Jim had a conversation during which the Lt. confirmed he had confided in the Skipper, assuring Jim that the Skipper was sympathetic to their behavior.

The day came when the Skipper called an all hands squadron meeting and relayed the news that they were going back to Japan in five days. He also relayed the news that beginning the next day, Utilities was the uniform of the day. All hands would be in the uniform of the day or summer dress uniform at all times they were outside their tents with showers, head calls, laundry and etc. being the only exceptions. The uniform of the day was required to get into the mess tent.

Lt. Robertson, a royal prick who truly hated Sgt. Davis, had Officer Of The Day duty, that next day. He decided that he would hold a surprise personnel inspection to ensure that everyone was properly uniformed. He began his inspection at Sgt. Davis's end of the flightline, fully intending to `rip them a new asshole', as he put it. Although the inspection was not anticipated, Sgt. Davis's secret crew meeting with clean utilities was to get his crew prepared to start that first day of mandatory full uniform with clean, freshly ironed utilities. To compound their luck, they also decided to halfway shine their boots.

Sgt. Short passed the word to both ends of the flightline for all plane captains to be standing under the nose of their airplane when he and the Lt. approached for the inspection.

The last airplane on the line was Stumpy's. The Lt. and Sgt. Short found Stumpy standing under the nose of his airplane, as instructed. He was impeccable. The Lt. and Sgt. Short looked unkempt in comparison. The Lt. fumed and moved to the next airplane, Sgt. Davis's. He too, was impeccable. The Lt. was livid in his anger and moved to the next airplane, Damon's. Also, impeccable. The Lt. didn't even stop at Damon's airplane, he continued to strut along the flightline, passing Willy's, then Blackie's airplanes, both Marines also being impeccable.

After passing the last of Sgt. Davis's crew, the Lt. hissed vehemently into Sgt. Short's ear, "This inspection is over!"

When Lt. Robertson returned to the administration area, he was enraged, "Those motherfuckers knew there was going to be an inspection," he fumed.

"Who all did you tell about it?" one of the other officers asked.

"No one!" Lt. Robertson spat.

"Then how could they have known?" asked another officer.

"I don't know but the motherfuckers knew," the Lt. shouted.

"What's going on here?" the Skipper asked as he stepped out of his office.

"Oh, nothing, Sir," the suddenly humble Lt. replied.

"Are you telling me that you're calling some of my men motherfuckers and there is nothing going on, Lt. Robertson?" the Skipper asked, his steel gray eyes boring holes into the Lt.

"It's really nothing, Sir." The Lt. said, beginning to sweat.

"Lt. Robertson, I'm asking you for the last time, what's going on here?"

Lt. Robertson explained that he had decided to hold a surprise inspection but then cancelled it.

"Did you inspect anyone, Lt.?"

"Yes Sir."

"Who?"

"The plane captain for number twenty, Sir," the Lt. said, now standing at a very rigid attention.

"What's his name, Lt.?"

"I don't remember, Sir."

"Lt. Robertson, you have been in this squadron for seven months. Every time you fly one of these airplanes, your life is in the hands of the men who service and maintain that airplane. Are you telling me that after seven months, you still don't know the names of the men who save your sorry ass every time you fly?"

"No Sir. I know their names Sir. This is just one of those times when a name sort of skips out of your memory, Sir."

"Oh, I see. Did you inspect anyone else?"

"Yes Sir."

"Who?"

"Sgt. Davis, Sir."

"Is there any reason why you can remember Sgt. Davis's name when you can't remember Sgt. Steele's name, Lieutenant?"

"No Sir."

"Did you inspect the rest of Sgt. Davis's crew?"

"I walked by them Sir."

"Did you inspect them?"

"No Sir."

"Why?"

"They looked pretty good Sir."

"Lt. Robertson, you arrogant, lying son of a bitch, I'm giving you two choices. You can apologize to Sgt. Davis's crew or you can inspect the entire squadron. If you choose to inspect the rest of the squadron you will hold them to the same standards to which you were going to hold Sgt. Davis's crew. Make your decision now, Lt. Robertson."

"I'll apologize Sir."

"That's the smartest thing you ever said, Roberston. Tell Sgt. Davis that I would appreciate a written report on the substance of your apology. Now get the fuck out of my sight!"

That afternoon Jim walked into the line shack with his report in his hand. "Sgt. Short, I have to deliver this to the Skipper," he said, holding up the report for the Sgt. to see.

"I know, Davis, take it over."

Jim beckoned Sgt. Short to one side, out of hearing of the men in the line shack. "Sgt. Short, military protocol dictates that you escort me to the Sgt. Major who will then escort me to the Skipper."

"Oh yes, of course. It just slipped my mind for a moment. Are you ready?" the highly embarrassed Line Chief asked.

The two Marines walked across the taxiway to the geodesic dome that served as the administration office. The Sgt. Major acknowledged them and required them to wait for about five minutes before he excused Sgt. Short and lead Jim to the Skipper's office.

"Rest, Sgt. Davis. I see that Sgt. Short accompanied you over here. You had to tell the dumb fuck, didn't you?"

"Yes Sir. He didn't have a clue."

"How did Dickhead Robertson's apology go?" the Skipper asked.

"It had so much sugar and syrup on it, it almost made me sick, Sir. Here's the report you asked for," Jim said, handing the report across the Skipper's desk.

"Do you mind if I file it, Sgt. Davis?"

"No Sir. I wish you would."

The Skipper dropped the report into the wastebasket.

"Lt. Nightgun said he spoke to you, Sgt."

"Yes Sir, he did."

"What do you think?"

"I think we're on the same frequency, Sir."

The Skipper smiled and suddenly looked ten years younger. "Have you thought about my request?" he asked, hopefully.

"Yes Sir. I've thought about it a lot. The more I think about it, the more it appeals to me. I am very much looking forward to the experience, Sir."

The Skipper looked to make sure the Sgt. Major was at his desk, where he couldn't overhear them, "Jim, you don't know how much I need.the experience," he said.

"Col. James, I think I do," Jim replied.

"Maybe you do, at that. By the way, did you change into those clothes for this appointment?"

"No Sir. My whole crew came to work like this, this morning."

"So that's what jerked that fuckhead Robertson off. Good for you Jim, but watch out for that dipshit. He hates your guts."

"Yes Sir, I know."

"Did you know that his father is a US Senator?"

"Yes Sir, He's mentioned it a few thousand times."

"I'll bet he has," laughed the Skipper. "Is there anything you would like to talk about, Sgt.?"

"No Sir. Everything is fine. I am looking forward to getting back to civilization, though," Jim replied, risking a wink at the Skipper.

The Skipper smiled broadly but dared not return the wink for fear he might be seen. "That will be all.for now, Sgt.," he said with a slight nod of his head.

Jim Stepped back one step, said `Aye, Aye, Sir', did an about face and strode to the Sgt. Major.

"The Skipper is finished with me now, Sgt. Major," he said.

"Got your tit in a wringer, Sgt.?"

"Naw, just a little annoyance that needed some attention. No big deal."

"I call that little son of a bitch a lot worse than an annoyance," the Sgt. Major replied. "Give my regards to that imbecile, Short. He and Robertson make a good pair. So long, Sgt."

As Jim walked back to his crew, many pair of envious, curious eyes followed his progress.

The next five days saw the squadron furiously packing the wares of their profession in preparation for the move back to Japan. The days were long with no time for the pursuit of carnal pleasures. The one hundred fifty men of their squadron, in addition to another similar squadron, would leave that island with seminal vesicles brimming with semen and hormones begging for relief. The ladies of Japan would be raising their fees for a week or two.

As it was with their deployment to Formosa, Jim's crew was the last to leave. They remained behind to send the airplanes on their way and would then fly to Japan in the last cargo flight to leave the place they had called home for six months. The departing planes of their squadron would lager at some intermediate airfield where a crew from their squadron had gone on ahead to receive, refuel and send them on their way again once Jim's crew was back in Japan to receive them. The rest of the squadron boarded a ship and would travel by sea, arriving a week after Jim's crew had taken up residence.

The unpacking of equipment and supplies was somewhat hectic but at a much slower pace than had been the packing. Operations were back to normal within twenty-four hours of the ship docking at Yokosuka.

Opportunities for Jim and Damon to find solitude for their mutual pleasure, were, at first, extremely limited at Atsugi. Their options were to go off base and get a hotel room or to avail themselves of the many tunnels carved under the airfield, a remnant of World War Two air raid shelters. They chose the tunnels whenever they had the opportunity to slip into one unobserved.

Jim had purchased a new camera after they had returned to Japan. Some of the best cameras in the world were available inexpensively at the base Post Exchange. After getting involved with photography he joined the base camera club.

Learning of a vacant photo lab within their own complex, he decided to query his squadron mates about starting a club of their own. They tended to be at the mercy of the limited usage available at the Base Camera Club photo lab, due to the large number of members. When he had enough tentative members, he petitioned Base Recreation for use of the vacant lab and the petition was approved. Since he had done all of the leg and paperwork to create their club, the members voted Jim, their first president.

Now that Jim had the key to the photo lab, the prospect for privacy was nearly unlimited. Jim and Damon frequently met at the lab, a couple of hours after it was officially closed for the day. Tim was an occasional visitor after hours as well. Jim was hesitant to introduce Brad to their mix because his regular sessions with Damon and the sessions with Tim on occasion, left him with little stamina for an additional lover. In addition to absolute privacy, they enjoyed a fairly large restroom. It lacked a shower but clean up after a session of fucking was easily accomplished.

One night when Jim's crew had duty for night operations, Brad was to fly Jim's airplane. After a brisk walk to the airplane, Brad climbed into the cockpit without checking anything on the aircraft. They were minutes ahead of the rest of the flight. "Jimmy," Brad said, when Jim had climbed the ladder behind him, "I need to get fucked in the worse kind of way. When can we get together? It's been a long time since you gave me that marvelous ride at Ping Tung. I really need it, Jimmy."

"What are you doing after we secure operations tonight?" Jim asked, after several seconds of careful thought.

"What am I doing? I'm riding your beautiful cock, that's what," the Lt. replied, overjoyed at the prospect of finally getting fucked by his idol, once again.

"Do you know where the photo lab is? The one between the church and our squadron's barracks."

"No!" Brad replied.

"Okay, stick around after we button every thing up. I'll send the guys back to the barracks and we can go there together, when everyone has gone."

"Why the photo lab?" Brad asked.

"I have the key to it. We will have the whole building to ourselves. Most of the lab is shielded from outside light. You could be leaning against the door and not know there was anyone inside."

"Oh god, Jimmy," the Lt. said, "I am so happy that we can get together again. It's been so long. Will Baker and McClure be there too?"

"Nope, not this time. It will be just you and me."

"You could invite them," Brad suggested, hopefully.

"Not this time, Babe," Jim said, "I don't want any distractions."

"Babe? God, I love that Jimmy. I'd love to be your Babe. I'd do anything you asked. I'd take better care of you than anyone else in the world, if you'd let me be your Babe. It wouldn't hurt to have them there though, they don't seem to mind that you are fucking me. Besides, they get you a lot more than I do."

"Forget it, Brad. It's just you and me, this time. You aren't going to go to pieces on me again, are you?"

"Maybe. I've never done that before but then, I've never been fucked senseless by the most beautiful man in the world before, either."

"Well, if you do, I'm not going to stop, this time."

"Promise?" Bad asked.

"Well, here comes Stumpy with the starting pod. It's time to get you and this airplane into the air. I'll see you when you get back. Be careful, Babe."

"Okay guys," Jim said to his crew after the planes left the ramp, "Let's get everything tied down and secure. When we're done with that, one of you can call it a night."

This was Jim's usual routine, offering to spare any non-essential man the inconvenience of working late when he didn't have to. No one had ever taken the opportunity to leave early.

While the men were busy securing the flightline, the Skipper approached Jim.

"It looks like you and Brad had a long talk, just now," He observed.

"Yes Sir, we did."

"Did he score? He said he was going to ask you again, tonight."

Jim looked around and began walking to the edge of the ramp. The Skipper walked along with him. When they were safely out of distance from any accidental eavesdropping, Jim replied, "We're going to spend some time together after we're finished here tonight."

"Just the two of you? He told me he craved an audience when he was being fucked."

"Just the two of us, Sir, unless you want to attend. I'm sure he'd love that."

"Actually, I've been thinking about asking if I could watch. I've never seen anything like that before. I think I'll pass for tonight, though. Don't be surprised if I ask at a later date, though. Jim, will you please stop calling me Sir, when we're alone? That would ruin my fantasy when we get our turn. You haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"

"Well, I don't exactly remember making a promise, but I'll make one right now. I promise to seduce,what is her name, anyhow?"

"Her name is Donna. I guess I should have mentioned that before. Will you treat her like a real lady?"

"Yes Sir, uh, sorry. Don't worry, when I get into the role of seducer, I'm in command and I don't submit to my lover. My lover must submit to me. That's just the way it is. I'll treat her like a lady as long as she behaves like a lady. When she begins to behave like a slut, I'll treat her like a slut."

"Jim, that is so good to hear. It's just what I fantasize about, transitioning from a lady to a slut. I wrote about our conversation in one of my letters home. My wife wants me to send her pictures of me in my full regalia. Do you think we can take some pictures?"

"Don," Jim said, using the Skippers name for the first time, "We can take pictures of Donna alone or we can take pictures of Donna and myself together."

"What do you mean by `together', Jim?"

"Anything she wants."

"What if she wants `action' shots?"

"I don't have a problem with that. The logistics can become complicated if we act as our own photographer, though. There will be so many interruptions, I fear the gratification part will get left behind, somewhere."

"I'd rather forget about the pictures rather than forego the gratification. It's the promise of gratification that drives me, her, to engage in the activity in the first place. The need for that gratification is extremely powerful, Jim. Unbearably powerful. Would you consent to a photographer?"

"I was about to ask you that same question," Jim replied. "I do not have a problem with a photographer. We could have Baker, McClure or Brad take the pictures. Personally, I favor Brad simply because I don't want Baker or McClure to see Donna. They might not be able to separate Don from Donna."

"Thank you, Jim," the Skipper said, placing a hand on Jim's shoulder. "I have to confess, I have spoken of my wife's desire to have pictures, with Brad and suggested that he might be called upon to assist in that regard. Forgive me if I seem to be taking you for granted."

"I don't get the impression that I'm being taken for granted. Don't give it another thought. What, exactly, does Donna like?"

"She craves being seduced by a handsome Marine. Being kissed and caressed. Being slowly undressed until she begs to worship his manhood. While she's worshiping his manhood, she wants to be insulted and degraded. Maybe even forced to be more enthusiastic at her task. I think she would enjoy being spanked, too. Does that sound unreasonable?"

"That sounds fantastic. I think she will be well satisfied."

"I've been thinking about this a lot since our conversation in Ping Tung," the Skipper said, " Mostly, I've been pondering the question of where we will consummate the affair. I keep arriving at the same conclusion, that being a hotel room in town. I'm not really comfortable with that, though. It's just too close to home, so to speak. The likelihood of being observed patronizing the hotel by someone who knows either one of us is far too high, in my opinion. Especially, my being seen. I keep insisting that I am true to my wife and the only reason I would be staying at a hotel would be to entertain one of the `working' girls. I just don't like the idea. What are your thoughts, Jim?"

"Don," Jim said, "Put your mind at ease. I have the perfect place and it's right here on the base. I've got the only key to the Camera Club building. The club office part of the building is separated from the lab and studio by two light proof doors. The studio is also sound proof. It was once used to make training films, in times past."

"Perfect, Jim. I'm so relieved. I guess I should have conferred with you earlier. It would have saved me a lot of mental anguish," the Skipper replied, "as if I don't have enough to worry about."

"Don't worry about it anymore, Don, everything is going to be perfect."

"Jim, with you in control, I can't imagine it being any other way," the Skipper commented.

"I just wish I had half the command of my surroundings that you and Damon seem to think I have," Jim remarked. "Just out of curiosity Don, how do you think Donna would like to find my, uh, what shall I say, uh, well, shit. Will she want me to be recently drained or filled to the brim?"

"Filled to the brim and running over, Jim. That's part of making her the wanton slut that she needs to be. Will that be a problem? I know there are others who demand your attention."

"No, that will not be problem, in fact, I think it will be a blessing. I need a little rest from the demands on my, uh, time. Give me two weeks notice, if you can," Jim answered.

"Thank you, Jim, I will. You don't know how much I need this to happen. It's been a long time in coming," the Skipper said. "Oh, by the way, make Brad squeal tonight. I get a kick out of hearing his account of what happens."

"Will do, Skipper." Jim replied.

The Skipper left and Jim returned to his crew who were waiting together, out of hearing, for him to divulge the latest news. They of course, didn't believe him when he said there was nothing in the works that would affect them. After all, he did spend ten minutes talking to the Commanding Officer of their squadron, what else could they have talked about.

After the airplanes had returned and were tied down, there was nothing else to do but refuel them and that only took one man and the truck driver. "Okay guys, Gear Grinder and I will fuel the planes. Go on back to the barracks and hit the rack. I'll see you in the morning," Jim said.

After Jim and Gear Grinder finished fueling the planes, Gear Grinder had to take the fuel truck to the fuel farm and top it off. Jim was left alone on the flightline.

After Gear Grinder was out of sight, Brad appeared, still in his flight suit. "Can we go now, Jimmy?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure thing, you Horny Bitch," Jim replied.

"Oh god, Jimmy, I just love it when you talk like that. I do so much want to be your Bitch."

"Well, let's go see if your bite is as big as your bark."

"Oh, I won't bite and I won't bark. I might howl a little bit though," Brad teased.

"Are we walking?" Jim asked.

"Walking? Are you daft, Sir?" Brad joked. "I want my man to save his precious energy for more important things. I've got a jeep parked behind the hanger. Let's go, Stud."

"I have to stop by the barracks first," Jim said as they drove away from the field. "I need to get something from my locker."

"Okeydokey, my man," Brad replied.

Jim got the lube, anesthetic and rubbers from his locker, went into the head and applied a generous amount of the anesthetic cream to his cock, then returned to the jeep.

"Let me out at the photo lab, Brad, that building over there, and park in front of the church. Walk around the far side of the building and come in, the door will be unlocked. Lock it after you get inside and come through the door where you will see light. Okay?"

"Got it, Lover," Brad replied.

Brad parked the jeep and entered the building as he had been instructed. After locking the outside door and entering through the door from which light escaped, he found yet another door just a few feet from the one he had just passed through. Stepping through the second door, he found himself in a quite large room that he would soon learn had once been a filmmaking studio.

"Close and lock both doors," commanded Jim, from within a room adjoining the main room.

After locking the final door, Brad turned about to see Jim, completely naked, standing near the doorway to the room from which had spoken.

"Now, you horny Slut, get those fucking clothes off and get over here!" he demanded. Brad was naked with a raging hard on and standing before Jim in twenty seconds. "Tell me what you want!"

"I want to be fucked senseless, Sir," Brad answered.

Jim's cock was just beginning to respond. "Make this hard," he said, pointing to his cock, "After it's hard, roll a rubber onto it."

"Jimmy, will you fuck me without the rubber? Please," Brad begged, "I want you to cum inside me. I want the cum from the man I love to be deposited directly into my body. Please?"

Jim thought about the request for a few seconds, "You're a kinky Bitch, aren't you?" Jim asked.

"If wanting to feel you, skin to skin, is kinky, then yes, I am."

"Okay, you little fucking Slut. We have as much time as we want and we have the restroom to clean up in. You'll get your ass filled with cum. Now get to work, Bitch!"

Instead of dropping to his knees and going to work on Jim's cock, Brad wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him in a tender, yet passionate embrace. "Mmmm, Jimmy,' he murmured, "You are the most beautiful man on this planet. I do so want to be your exclusive lover." Jim began to respond but brad cut him short. "Shhh, I know Jimmy. Just love me right now as if I am yours, and yours alone."

Jim's attitude changed at that moment. He had intended to roughly handle Brad, as though he was nothing more than an outlet for his own gratification, but the genuine plea moved him to honor the desires of this gentle being. As Brad clung to him in a sensuous, gentle and loving kiss, Jim began to caress his skin softly. Their kiss continued for a long time, both of them basking in the pleasure that a kiss between two lovers creates.

"Mmmm, you are so soft and inviting," Jim murmured, into Brad's ear when their lips at last parted. "The warmth of your skin against mine, the touch of your lips, the urgency I feel in you; all of these things make me need you, where a moment ago, I just desired you."

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy," Brad whispered in return, "You are so strong and beautiful, so gentle with all of that power I feel in your magnificent body. My love pours over you like a heavy rain, soaking you with my emotion, my devotion. Oh, Jimmy, I love you with every fiber of my being. My heart and soul belong to you but you cannot give me more than a brief, tortuous sample of your love in return. I am yours, to do with as you please, for as long as you'll have me. Love me, Jimmy."

Again, they kissed with passion and deep love, each giving of themselves as well as greedily taking from the other. Brad removed his lips from Jim's and softly kissed his way down the muscled body of the man he loved so deeply. When he settled to his knees on the hard floor, he found Jim's cock already rigid and when he placed his tongue to the tip, he tasted the sweetness of the clear fluid that had seeped from it's orifice.

"This is so beautiful, Jimmy," he said, looking up to Jim's eyes. "I want it so badly, at times, I can think of nothing else. I truly love you, Jimmy, I swear."

Jim's eyes half closed as Brad slowly slipped his lips along the shaft of his cock, until it's entire length was engulfed within his warm mouth. For several minutes, Jim stood with eyes closed to savor the pleasure Brad created with his gentle movements, slowly engulfing Jim's cock and just as slowly withdrawing.

When he could no longer endure the teasing, Jim gently coaxed Brad to his feet and kissed him lovingly. "Come with me, Honey," he said, quietly, gathering up the jar of lube and the wash cloth he used to wipe his hands. "There is a couch in the Lobby. We'll have to turn out the lights and we'll have to be very quiet. No one passing by will be able to see us but they will be able to hear us if we make any noise. I'm going to make love to you on the couch, my Sweet Lover."

"Yes, Jimmy, love me. For as long as you can, love me. I wish it could always be like this."

With Jim's arm around Brad's waist and Brad's head against Jim's shoulder, the lovers walked to the door, turned the lights off and made their way into the reception area.

Once inside the Lobby, Jim lifted Brad into his powerful arms and carried him to the couch and laid him on his back. Quickly lubing the head of his cock, Jim eased himself onto Brad, who was eagerly awaiting him. Brad reached out and guided Jim's hard cock to his sphincter. With a steady push, Jim buried himself completely inside Brad. While he held himself fully inserted, Jim hooked his arms under Brad's knees and moved into a sort of `push-up' position, with his hands resting on the couch next to Brad's shoulders. He began slowly stroking in and out of Brad's ass, adjusting his position until he was in a comfortable position to seriously pound the ass of the man who was in love with him.

While still slowly stroking, Jim lowered himself until he could kiss Brad again. "Are you okay, Babe?" Jim asked, after the kiss.

"Oh god, yes, Jimmy. This is perfect," Brad purred.

"Do you really love me, Brad?" Jim asked, as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

"Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" Brad exclaimed. "Jimmy, I love you more than you can imagine. I swear, you are my breath of life. Jimmy, I do love you. I love I love you, I love you."

Jim increased the tempo and power of his thrusts even more. "What do you want me to do, Brad, Honey?" Jim asked, softly.

"Jimmy, I want you to fuck me forever, just as hard and as fast as you can. I can feel you inside of me. It sends my mind into a whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Jimmy, I can't help it, I love you."

Jim was now slamming into Brad as hard and fast and as powerfully as was possible. Brad was whimpering softly, thrashing his head about, gripping Jim's upper arms with a powerful grip and yelping with each driving thrust of the cock in his ass.

"Brad," Jim said quietly, after several minutes, "Please believe me, Honey, right now, this very moment, I love you."

Brad immediately orgasmed with a loud cry of ecstasy, his first spurt of cum splashing against the under side of his chin. The succeeding spurts shortening until only a dribble oozed from his cock. "Jimmy, I love so much. Cum in me, my Love. Cum in me."

Jim was not ready to cum yet and as he continued his powerful pounding, Brad once again began to cry. This time, Jim ignored the tears and kept brutally thrusting into his lover. Brad cried harder as the minutes went by, sliding his hands along Jim's sweat slicked sides and thrashing his head from side to side.

"Brad," Jim said, leaning back to take the weight from his arms, then placing his hands behind Brad's knees, pushed them to his chest, once again supporting his weight with his arms, "I'm going to cum, Baby. I'm going to cum in your ass."

"Yes! Yes!" Brad sobbed, "Cum in me, Jimmy. Oh god, I need it Jimmy. Hurry, please."

Jim finally slammed into Brad's ass one last time and held himself buried deep as he spurted out his juices. After his orgasm slipped away, Jim released Brad's knees and collapsed onto him. After a couple of minutes he found Brad's lips with his own and they began a long, sensuous kiss.

"You silly little Bitch," Jim said playfully, "You were supposed to keep quiet. You made so fucking much noise, the whole squadron is probably waiting outside the door to see what little Jo-San I've got in here."

"I don't care," Brad said, still crying, "I couldn't help it, Jimmy. You are so fucking good, I just can't help myself."

"Come on, Honey. Let's go clean up," Jim said, "Then I want to snuggle up with you for a while. You feel so good. You're so soft and warm. I'd like to take you back to my bunk and spend the rest of the night with you in my arms."

"Oh Jimmy, that would be heaven," Brad said, as Jim arose and lifted him from the couch, "Can we spend the rest of the night here?"

"I guess we can," Jim answered, as he carried him to the restroom.

After they had performed their clean up, they gathered their clothes and went back to the couch. Jim laid down first and Brad laid on top of him. After they were settled in, Jim clumsily spread their clothes over Brad's back. After a quick kiss, they easily drifted off to sleep.

"You didn't come back to the barracks last night," Damon accused, when they were alone on the flightline that morning, "Am I going to have to kill that fucking Slut, Nightgun?"

Jim laughed as he looked into Damon's angry eyes, "Damon, my love, you will never have to kill anyone, over me. You are the love of my life. I think you need to remember what you said to me that first morning that we got together. Do you remember what you told me?"

"Yes," Damon replied. "I'm sorry, Jimmy," he continued, with no more anger, "I'm just jealous. Do you love Nightgun, Jimmy?"

"When we were together last night, I did. I found myself very much in love with him," Jim answered. Honestly.

"Do you love him right now?"

"Yes, a little, but not nearly as much as I love you Damon. Even last night, when I realized that I loved him, it didn't compare to the way I love you. You are a part of me. Brad is just an attraction that I have come to hold in affection. Don't worry Damon. No one can take my love from you."

"Okay, Jimmy, I guess I'll let the bastard live a little longer," Damon teased.

Days, then weeks, then months slipped by. Jim and Damon got together at the photo lab, often. They had a twenty-three day stretch that they never missed a day. Jim and Tim got together about once a week but had a long dry spell during Jim and Damon's twenty-three day record. Jim and Brad got together just three more times.

There was a death in Brad's family so he returned to the States for the funeral. Since their squadron was due to soon disband and the individual members report to new duty stations Stateside, on an individual basis, Brad was assigned to a new squadron and never rejoined his former team mates in Japan.

"Jim," the Skipper said, one day when the two of them were walking to an airplane, "As you know, we're going to break up soon. The seventeenth is a special day for you, can we make that the day you meet Donna? It will be a couple of days short of two weeks."

"Yes indeed, Don," Jim replied after checking to see that the coast was clear. "The seventeenth it is. Thank you for being aware that it is my birthday. Do you want me to get Damon to be the photographer?"

"I guess with time being so short, for all of us, it wouldn't matter much who we selected. Corporal Baker will be fine with me. What are your thoughts in this matter?"

"Actually, I'm inclined to forego the addition of a photographer and just do a few posed self photos, either before or after the real event. What do you think?"

"I would rather have photos of the event itself, as opposed to staged photos. Do you think we could get some self photos of the real thing?

"We can but I think we'll have to be satisfied with fewer shots than if we had another person doing the shooting."

"Two actual photos would do for me. One before, while Donna is still fully dressed and one while she is worshipping at her `shrine'."

"That, Don, my friend, will be easy. I'm looking forward to meeting the lady."

Damon was in a foul mood during the two week abstinence but didn't attempt to interfere.

The day arrived for Jim and Donna to meet. Jim had rented a Roloflex with a motor drive and a couple of newly developed lights called `Electronic Flash', from the Base Camera Club. He set up the camera and lights in the former film making studio. He had also discovered, just after becoming the Camera Club President, that there were a number of background scenes on rollers suspended from the ceiling next to one wall. He unrolled a backdrop that depicted the Paris skyline, complete with Eiffel Tower. A few feet from the backdrop, Jim set up a table, covered with a makeshift tablecloth, and two chairs. Upon the table he set a wine bottle that he had filled with Canada Dry Ginger Ale and two champagne glasses. He also set up the camera, on a tripod, on three chairs, for the first photo, the one of Donna and himself prior to their becoming sexually involved. After that first photo, he would move the camera and tripod to the floor for the remaining shots. He strung the tube for the bulb release around the area that would be visible in the finished product.

When the Skipper arrived with his flight bag, actually, a parachute bag, Jim directed him to the restroom off the studio. While Donna was dressing in that restroom, Jim was donning his Dress Blues, including his Non-com sword and barracks cover, which he had taken to the lab more than a week previously, in the restroom for the lobby. Jim was dressed and waiting in the studio when Donna made her appearance.

When Donna stepped from the restroom, Jim, for a fraction of a second, felt a flash of panic. A real woman walked into the room where he was expecting to see Donna. Almost as quickly as the panic attack struck, it disappeared as Jim realized that the woman he saw was indeed Donna.

"Hi, my name is Jim," Jim said, striding to the woman's side, "May I help you? You seem to be a little confused."

"Well, ordinarily I would have to say no thank you," she said in a husky but sensual voice, "I'm not accustomed to relying on strangers but right now I am at a loss as to what I should do. I seem to have wandered into unfamiliar territory."

"I understand your caution, Miss," Jim replied, "Please don't be alarmed, I am not a threat to you and I'll see to it that you are not accosted by anyone. I am at your service, if you will allow me."

"Oh, thank you, Sir," the woman replied, "I'm really embarrassed about being a burden to you. I think I really should leave."

"Think nothing of it, Miss. You are not a burden at all. I would be honored to be of service. Please feel free to call me Jim, if you're comfortable doing so."

"Thank you.Jim. This is such a charming place, I would enjoy spending some time here. Do you come here often?"

"Yes.Miss, I do. This is my favorite place in the entire city. It has such a comfortable atmosphere. Don't you agree?"

"I do agree and I must ask you to forgive my manners, I should have introduced myself sooner. My name is Donna. I do wish you would address me by my name instead of `Miss'. Although, I do admit, Miss makes me feel younger than I really am," Donna said, in good humor.

"Thank you, Donna," Jim said with a slight bow, "I must say, I'm quite happy that you are not any younger. I enjoy the company of a woman who has experienced a little of what life has to offer. There is a vast difference between a girl and a woman, regardless of age. You strike me as a woman with absolute control of yourself."

"You're such a flatterer, but I love it," Donna confessed, and joked "I think I'm going to have to keep an eye on you."

"To tell the truth, I'm having a hard time taking my eyes off you," Jim teased, "Won't you join me at my table."

"My, you are a flatterer, aren't you," Donna laughed. "I'd love to join you, Jim. You aren't going to try to get me drunk, are you?" she added, motioning to the champagne bottle.

"Donna, lovely Lady, I don't think it would be possible for me to get you drunk. You're much too much in control of yourself for that to happen. Besides, If I tried, I'm afraid I would be the first to get drunk. I'm not much for alcoholic beverages. On top of that, I'm already becoming intoxicated by your presence," Jim replied, holding Donna's chair for her to be seated.

"Now you stop that," Donna playfully admonished, "The next thing you know, you'll have me blushing like a school girl."

Jim scooted Donna's chair in as she sat and `accidentally' allowed his hand to touch her shoulder as he stepped away to walk around the other side of the table. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to make you blush," Jim said, winking at her.

"Can I talk you into a refreshment?" Jim asked.

"Yes, please. Just a little, though. I don't want to lose too many of my inhibitions. After all, we've just met," Donna replied, with a wink of her own.

Jim smiled at Donna and she smiled in return. They looked into each other's eyes and communicated a willingness to expand their familiarity. After pouring perhaps, two ounces in each glass, Jim reached out with his glass to propose a toast. "To a rapidly growing and delightful friendship," he offered.

"Friendship," Donna replied, with mischief in her eyes.

"They say Paris is the `City of Love'," Jim said, after they had each taken a sip of their drink. "I can feel the energy of that distinction. I always feel a heightened sense needing someone whenever I gaze upon the skyline of Paris. Even when I'm alone, but when I'm with someone whom I feel especially attracted to.well, it just seems to call out to me. Do you feel any influence from the energy of the city, or is it just me and my sentimentality?"

"I feel the energy too. Sometimes it feels as though I've had a little too much to drink, even when I haven't been drinking," Donna replied. "I think it might be the Eiffel Tower, the way it towers over the city. What do you think, Jim?"

"Hmmm, I've never associated the tower with my feelings. Perhaps that's it, though. It does seem to represent a huge symbol of fertility. I think you might be right. Whatever it is, it's certainly working it's magic right now," Jim answered.

He arose from his chair and walked around the table to where Donna was seated, carrying his drink with him. He reached out to Donna with his free hand, she placed a hand in his and arose to stand beside him.

"You know," he said, "Some Parisians detest the tower. I guess maybe some people aren't influenced by its subliminal power." Jim led Donna toward the image of the Paris skyline, their hands still clasped together.

"I can't imagine how anyone could not be affected by it. It's so beautiful and so powerful," Donna responded.

"I could say the same thing about you, Donna. You too are beautiful and powerful. Can anyone resist your attraction?"

"Ahh.well.I'm sure there are a multitude of people who don't find me all that attractive," Donna stammered.

"Speaking of beautiful, will you honor me by consenting to allow me to capture your beauty in a photograph? I would love to have photo of the two of us. What say you, Fair Maiden?" Jim asked.

"Well, I'm not sure about the beauty part but I'll consent, on one condition. You have to let me judge the photograph. If I approve, you may keep it. If I do not approve, you have to surrender it to me. Do you agree to my terms?"

"Absolutely," Jim replied, "I can't lose."

"Don't be too sure, I don't photograph well. I'm giving you fair warning," Donna exclaimed.

"I have the highest confidence, come," Jim said, and led her to the spot he had established for this very purpose. "I have the camera set at five seconds. After the click, there will be a five second interval before the shutter actually activates, okay?"

"Okay. You guys get so technical, sometimes. Wouldn't it be easier to just take the picture and get it over with?" she asked, good-naturedly.

"What, and take the mystery out of it? Never, I say never, Madame."

They stood shoulder to shoulder for the first shot. "How about a little more friendly this time?" Jim asked. "Would you be opposed to resting your head against my shoulder?"

"Not at all. I would have done that the first time but I didn't want you to think I was becoming too familiar," Donna answered, shyly.

They took another photo with Donna resting her head on his shoulder and Jim's arm encircling her waist. "How about one like this," Jim asked, stepping behind her and placing both arms around her, resting his hands on her tummy. "Well, okay," she replied.

"Are you afraid of me?" Jim asked after taking the photo, "You're stiff as a board."

Jim lightly kissed her ear and felt her tremble in response. Donna relaxed against Jim's chest and laid her head along side his jaw. "Smile, my beautiful friend," he whispered softly as he kissed her ear again.

"That was much better, My Love. Now, how about one like this?" Jim said and took Donna by her shoulders, turning her so she was sideways to the camera. He then stepped close to her and kissed her lips, pulling her against his body. When Donna wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, he tripped the shutter release.

They kissed for several minutes, both of them lost in the passion generated when two people who want each other, come together to gratify their needs. "Ohh, I shouldn't be doing this," Donna said, trying feebly to extract herself from Jim's arms.

"Shhh, you mustn't defy the power of the Tower, My Sweet," Jim whispered.

They once again kissed passionately and sensuously. Jim began caressing and fondling Donna as they kissed. She in return pressed herself firmly against Jim's body as she responded to her blossoming passion.

As they kissed, Jim finally worked the hem of her dress high enough that he was able to place his hands on her panty-clad ass. She pressed her pelvis hard against his and felt the firmness of his cock. "Hmmmm," she purred, and concentrated on swaying against his hardness.

Jim kissed from her lips to the side of her neck, moving far enough away that he could manipulate the buttons on the front of her dress. After unbuttoning several buttons, he pulled the top half of her dress off her shoulders, kissing all of the skin that he had bared.

When he had fully covered her neck and shoulders, he pulled the dress down to her waist. Kissing his way down her back, he slipped the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. He kissed back up to her neck again, moving his hands around to her front. He caressed down her tummy, toward her crotch but she very firmly pushed his hands away. Turning in his arms, she pressed once again against the hardness of his cock and said, "I need this."

"What do you need, Donna?" he asked.

"This," she said, placing a hand against his cock.

"What is, this?" Jim asked.

"Your manhood," she replied.

"Can't you be more explicit than that? Are you afraid to say what you really want?"

"No, I'm not afraid. I want your cock. Is that better?"

"Much better. Why do you want my cock?"

"I need it."

"For what?"

"I need to suck it. I want to suck it. I want to feel it in my mouth."

"So, you're a cock sucker?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like to suck cock?"

"I love it. It makes me feel powerful."

"Why does it make you feel powerful."

"Because when I have a cock in my mouth, I have complete control of the man whose cock I'm sucking."

"What if he cums in your mouth? Doesn't that make him in control?"

"No! I make him cum in my mouth. I make him do what I want."

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Yes! I'm going to make you cum in my mouth. You won't be able to prevent it. I'm going to drain all of the cum from your big cock."

"Just what are you going to do with all of that cum once you have drained me?"

"I'm going to swallow half of it. Then I'm going to kiss you and swish the rest of it around your tongue. Then I'm going to suck it off your tongue and swallow it too."

"What if I swallow what you swish around my tongue?"

"I won't let you. I want it all."

"You sound like a Slut."

"I am a Slut. I love cock and I love cum. I'm a cum slut. Would you rather that I remain a lady?"

"No, there is a time and place for everything. You were a lady when you needed to be a lady. Now you need to be a slut, so get on your knees and do what you do best, Slut."

Donna quickly dropped to her knees and unzipped Jim's trousers. She reached through the fly and fumbled with his cock, finally dragging it into the open. "Oh, it's so beautiful," she murmured, caressing it's length.

Jim shuffled into position for the next photo and said, "Suck my cock, you fucking Slut. Show me what you can do."

Donna immediately did as she was told. She slipped her warm, wet mouth over Jim's cock and took its full length, deep into her mouth. Jim tripped the shutter release. Donna heard the click and pulled back halfway to wait for the flash. After the flash, she went to work in earnest, forcefully stroking her mouth over the length of Jim's cock.

"Mmmm, you really are a cock sucker, aren't you, you fucking Whore. You are very good. Suck it, Slut."

After a couple of minutes, Jim remembered the camera and tripped the shutter release again. Donna once again heard the click and this time, pulled completely away, holding her tongue under the head of Jim's hard cock. After the flash, she returned to her task of sucking. As she sucked Jim's cock, she pulled her own from her panties. It too was hard. When she heard the click of the shutter release again, she engulfed the full length of Jim's cock and held it until the flash.

"Come on, Baby, suck my cock. Make me cum you cum drinking Slut."

Donna proceeded to vigorously work on Jim's cock. Taking it deep and fast, stroking it with one hand as she sucked.

"I'm getting close, Donna," Jim warned, after several more minutes.

Donna increased her efforts until Jim grasped her head and drove deep on last time and spurted his load of nectar into her greedy mouth. After milking the last drops from it, Donna arose and kissed Jim passionately, swirling his cum around his tongue just as she had promised. She then retrieved as much as she could and swallowed the last of it.

"God, you're fucking awesome, Donna," Jim said, after their kiss. "I just might ask you to marry me," he teased.

"Would you marry a slut? Sometimes I am a very naughty slut. I don't think you could handle me."

"If you get too naughty for me, I'll just spank your pretty ass for you. I can handle you, my Sweet."

"You just think you can. I won't tolerate being spanked. If anything, I'll spank you. Trust me."

"We'll see about that," Jim said, pulling one of the chairs close. After setting the chair where it would be in the photos, Jim grabbed Donna and bent her over the back of the chair.

"Stop it, you Brute!" Donna demanded. "Stop it, right now."

Jim paid no attention to her protests and smacked her sexy ass with his open hand.

"Oh, stop! You bully," she cried, "Owe, stop! Owe, please? I'll behave. Please?" she begged.

Jim snapped one more photo and continued spanking until the flash went off. After he stopped and let Donna stand upright again, she cried softly and said, "You're a Devil, you handsome bastard. If I could, I would marry you."

"I too, would marry you, my Love, if it was possible. Since it isn't possible, we'll just have to share whatever experiences we have time for. What would you have me do, my Lady?"

"I want you naked. I'm going to suck your cock one more time, then I have to leave. I want this one to be special," Donna replied.

"For me, the first one was special," Jim replied, removing his Dress Blue's uniform.

When he was completely naked, Jim placed his hands on the back of the chair, behind him and leaned back. Donna stood before him and fondled his still very hard cock. "I want one more picture, like this," she said. Jim tripped the shutter release and they waited for the flash.

After the flash, Donna dropped to her knees again and sucked Jim's cock again, this time without interruption. After swallowing his second offering she arose, gathered her clothes and walked into the restroom. Jim gathered his own clothing and went into the other restroom where he waited until he heard the studio door close as the Skipper left. When he was once again alone, Jim retrieved the film from the camera, that he had forgotten to move to its second location, and processed and dried it. When the negatives were ready, Jim printed photos from them. He discovered that the electronic flash froze the action in crisp, clear images so he blurred his hand in the spanking photo, in the lab.

The next day, at the squadron area, Jim went to see the Sgt. Major. "Top," he said, "I have a report for the Skipper. When would be a good time to make an appointment to deliver it to him?"

"Just leave it with me, I'll deliver it myself."

"Sorry, Top. The Skipper said I was to deliver it myself. I think I might get a little ass chewing about this one," Jim lied.

"Davis, the day the Skipper chews your ass, I'll kiss it when he's done and I'll give you an hour to draw a crowd. There is no one scheduled for today so you can see him during regular `office hours' at two-thirty," the Sgt. Major replied. "Are you going to bring that dipshit Short along this time?"

"I'll tell him I need to see the Skipper when I'm ready to come over here and see if he remembers he should walk me over. I'll bet you a dime he won't."

"No bet. You'll tell the dumb bastard the Skipper is mad at him and you couldn't drag the son of a bitch over here. I'll see you at two-thirty."

At two-twenty-five, Jim told Sgt. Short he had to go see the Skipper. "Okay, what did you do this time," Sgt. Short said. "Did you make an appointment?"

"Sure thing Boss, I made it this morning," Jim replied.

"Okay, take it over."

Jim was almost at the office when Sgt. Short came running to catch up with him. "Wait a second," the Sgt. said, "I was busy when you started but decided that I had better deliver you myself anyhow."

"I'm here to see the Skipper," Jim announced, when they entered the office.

"I'll take him from here, Sgt. Short," the Sgt. Major said.

After Sgt. Short was out of hearing, the Sgt. Major laughed and said to Jim, "I saw that idiot running to catch up to you. He was scared shitless."

`I know. That was worth a dime. Too bad you didn't bet."

"Too bad, my ass. You would have tied that asshole to the line shack for a dime," the Sgt. Major said.

"Okay, the Skipper will see you now," the Sgt. Major said after checking with the Skipper.

"Thanks, Top, I won't be long," Jim responded.

Jim entered the Commanding Officer's office and performed all of the appropriate military protocol. "Sgt. Major," the Skipper called out, "Will you be sure that we're not interrupted for a few minutes?"

"Yes Sir, Skipper, will do," the Sgt. Major replied and left the office, knowing that he too was expected to become scarce.

"How did they turn out, Jim?" the Skipper asked, anxiously as Jim handed over the large manila envelope containing two copies each of eight-by-ten, four-by-six and three-by-five, of all of the photos.

"Perfect, Sir," Jim replied, "Would you prefer that I left you alone to review this report?"

"Yes, I would. Thank you, Jim. Please don't leave the office though. When you leave, Top will come back in. I want a little time to check these out, undisturbed. I'll let you know when I'm done," the Skipper said.

"Oh Jim," the Skipper called, after about five minutes.

"Yes Sir?" Jim answered.

"Come here for a second, please."

"What do you think?" Jim asked as he stepped into the Skipper's office. "Jim, they're incredible. They're far better than anything I had expected. Did you keep a copy?"

"No Sir. You have the only copies and the negatives are in the envelope. I wouldn't do that to, Donna, Sir."

"Thank you Jim, I'm sorry I even asked. I really do trust you more than that."

"I know that, Sir. That report wouldn't exist, if you didn't. I'm not at all offended."

"I can't thank you enough, Jim. I'll talk to you later, out on the line where there are no prying ears to contend with." The Skipper arose and offered his hand to the Sgt. "You can go now, Jim, and forget about all of the military shit this time. Just go, okay?"

"Okay, we'll talk later. I'm gone," Jim said and walked away from the office.

Ten days later, Jim was tinkering with his airplane when the skipper approached. "Do you have a few minutes, Sgt. Davis?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, I was just killing time here. These planes are all in top shape for the new squadron."

The two men walked to the edge of the apron where they would be able to see anyone approach from any direction, well in advance of their coming within hearing distance. "I mailed the photos to my wife. She absolutely adored them. I called her one day, it was night for her, and we masturbated as we talked about the photos and the experience. It was as intense an orgasm that I have ever had, by myself."

"Well, Don, that's certainly good to hear. I guess I don't understand how close a man and wife can be. I really expected her to have a fit of some kind. I'm happy that it worked out as you had expected."

"We do have a special relationship, Jim. I can't imagine being so close to anyone other than my wife. She is the most wonderful woman on this planet."

"I'm sure she is. Maybe I will find someone similar, someday."

"Jim, I do wish you would change your mind about re-enlisting and going to Maryland with me. Melissa, my wife, begged me to arrange for an opportunity for her to witness you and Donna, together. Jim, Donna would love to see you and my wife together, too. What do you think of that?"

"I don't know what to say, Don. I never expected anything like that to materialize. To say that I am flattered would be an understatement of major proportions. I just can't bring myself to re-enlist, though. If I re-up once, I'll have to keep doing it and retire from the Corps. There are things that I want to see and do in my life that I won't be able to do if I become a Lifer. I just can't do it."

"I had to give it one more try, Jim. I'm going to miss the experiences we might have had. This is probably the last conversation we'll have, Jim. I want you to know that I could never repay you for what you have done for me, both in my career and my...personal needs. Thank you."

Jim and Damon spent as much of their last seven days together as they could manage. With flying terminated and the airplanes serviced and ready for the new squadron, they had much idle time, to which they put to good use, in the photo lab. On the last day, they said their good-bye's in the presence of others, to ensure they would not deteriorate into tears. It was difficult but they managed to hold up under the strain.

Brad had already departed. Tim still had more than a year to serve and was shipping out to a new squadron at Twenty-nine Palms. Damon had more than a year to serve also but the Marine Corps released him early as he had been accepted for enrollment into the Airforce Academy. Jim's enlistment was up. He had spent four years of his life in the Marine Corps and was due to be released from active duty. He was transferred to El Toro for out- processing.

After leaving the Corps, Jim got a hotel room and spent two days just hanging around the beach near Los Angeles. On his last evening in Los Angeles, a Saturday, he stopped by a small restaurant for a late dinner. Business was slow so he had time to converse with the waitress, Penny. It turned out she was just sixteen but Jim was barely five years older. They talked until she got off work at nine. They walked out of the restaurant together. "Do you live close by?" Jim asked.

"No, I live about ten miles north of here," she replied. "Do you drive, or take a bus?" "I take the bus. Do you have a car?" she asked, hopefully. "No, I don't. I'm staying at a hotel down the street. I'm flying to Seattle at four-thirty in the morning." "That gives us a few hours, we could go to your hotel, couldn't we?" Jim stared in bewilderment. "What are you suggesting?" "Well, there's no one home at my place and I don't want to go there. I'd like to spend some time with you," she said.

"How do you know I won't molest you?"

"Because I know you won't. You're too nice to do something like that. How do you know that I won't molest you?"

"If you try, I think I can handle myself," Jim laughed.

"Maybe, but can you handle me. I might be a tiger, you know."

"You might be, at that. Shall we go?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, happily.

When they entered the hotel lobby, Jim told her to wait while he got the room key from the desk clerk who was sanding behind a nearly chest high counter. "Room three-fourteen," he said to the clerk.

"Mister," the clerk said, arrogantly, "We don't allow women of the street in this establishment. Especially, under-age ones."

So quickly he didn't know what hit him, the clerk found himself dragged halfway across the counter, face to face with a very angry man. "Are you calling my sister a Whore, Mister?" Jim barked.

"N n n n no Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I wasn't thinking, Sir. I didn't mean to offend the Lady, Sir," the terrified clerk stammered.

Just as quickly as he had been jerked from behind the counter, the clerk found himself returned to the other side once again. "Room three-fourteen!" Jim demanded.

The trembling clerk instantly turned to secure the key but found himself in even more trouble. Turning back, he croaked, in fear of his life, "Four- thirteen is already taken Sir."

"Three-fourteen. Do I have to get it myself?" Jim demanded in feigned outrage.

"No Sir. Yes, here it is. Three-fourteen, Sir." The clerk pulled the key from its pigeon-hole and promptly dropped it.

"Stop," Jim demanded, when the clerk attempted to retrieve the fallen key, "if there is anything other than a key in your hand when you straighten up, it's going to get very messy around here."

"Y y y y yes Sir," stuttered the clerk, who picked up the fallen key and promptly dropped it again. This time it landed on the counter. Rather than try to pick it up again, the clerk just pushed to Jim. "Here you are, Sir."

Jim took the key and stared at the clerk for a full five seconds, "Thank you," he said, coldly. Jim turned to walk back to Penny. As soon as Jim's back was turned, the clerk nearly collapsed against the wall.

Jim escorted Penny to the elevator and the waiting Bell Hop, an old skinny black man, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Suh," he said, "You sho put dat cantankerous, self-righteous rooster in his own place. He crow roun here like he be de onliest critter in da barnyard. It sho do this ol man good ta see dat, Suh."

"Well, my friend," Jim replied, "In that case, I'll just ruffle his feathers a little more when I leave."

"Thank you, Suh. I sho be tickled to see dat, Suh," the Bell Hop replied.

Jim handed the old man a dollar bill when he let them out on the third floor. "Suh," the old man said, "You doan need ta gimmee dis, Suh. Jes watchin you handle dat clerk be mor'n I needs, Suh.

"Take it, my friend. Handling that clerk was more fun for me than it was for you. I didn't like his attitude so I just adjusted it a little."

"Yes'm, you sho did, Suh. You sho did."

Jim led Penney into the room and closed and locked the door. After looking up to be sure the transom was closed, he turned around to find Penney standing close. She immediately wrapper her arms around his neck and kissed him enthusiastically. "You think I'm a Tramp, don't you?" she asked, after the kiss.

"Actually, no, I don't. I did not get that impression of you. Do you consider yourself to be a Tramp?"

"Not until I met you. I feel like a Tramp right now, because I want to make love with you. I've never acted this way before," she answered. "I'm not claiming to be a virgin. I've done it with three guys. Only, it was always in the back seat of a car with guys from school. I've never done it on a bed, before. Does that make me bad?"

"No, my pretty Friend. Three times does not make you a tramp and it does not make you bad. You're just a normal young lady who does what many others just fantasize about." "I've actually done it five times. I did it twice with two of the guys," she said, fearing that that added bit of information would tip the balance.

"Penney, I don't care if you've done it fifty times, you're still not a tramp. You know, some day you will hit the fifty mark, even the five-hundred mark, it still will not make you a tramp. Don't be so hard on yourself, okay?"

"Thank you, Jimmy. You're so much more mature than my other boyfriends."

Jim had to smile at the Jimmy' and other boyfriends'. "Penney," Jim said, "What do you do for `protection'?"

"They always did it outside," she answered, turning very red. "I need you to do that too."

"I've got some prophylactics, will that do?"

"What are prophylactics?" she asked.

"Prophylactics are little rubber tubes that cover the man's penis and keep the semen from escaping," Jim explained.

"Oh, is that what they call, rubbers?"

"Exactly. So, you're familiar with them, I take it?"

"No, I've heard of them but I've never seen any. None of the guys know where to get them."

"You get them at drug stores," Jim replied.

"Yeah, I know. No one knows of a drug store that will sell them to High School kids, though."

"Oh, I see. I keep forgetting that being in high school is a lot different than being in the service. This is going to be fun. I get to be the first guy that you put a rubber on."

"Oh my god, I can't do that. You have to put it on, I'll keep my eyes closed."

Jim had to laugh. He placed his hands on Penney's waist and easily lifted her until her head touched the ceiling. He the slowly lowered her until their lips met and they once again kissed. After a long kiss, he gently lowered her feet to the floor and guided her to the bedside.

"Aren't you going to turn out the light?" she asked when Jim began to unbutton her waitress uniform.

"Absolutely not. Why would I want to miss your beauty?" he answered.

"Oh god, I can't let you see me," she protested.

"We'll see about that, my Pretty, innocent little Angel," Jim replied and continued unbuttoning he dress.

"Jimmy, please, I'll die if you see me, naked," Penney pleaded.

"No you won't, Penney. Relax, Honey, everything is going to be alright. I promise."

Penney was still suffering apprehensive shame but hearing Jim call her `Honey' soothed her somewhat.

She was wearing a slip under the dress. After Jim had undone all of the buttons, he glided his hands down her sides, down her thighs and, kneeling, finally, to her ankles. He removed her shoes and gently caressed her feet. While he was kneeling, he removed his own shoes as well. Standing once again, he gently removed her dress and draped it over the back of the only chair in the room.

"Shhh," Jim hushed as Penney began to protest once again. To ensure her silence, he kissed her, very gently but intensely.

After a prolonged kiss, Jim took the hem of her slip in his hands and began to lift it over her head. "Don't Jimmy, Please," she begged.

"Relax, penny, Honey. You are a beautiful young woman," Jim whispered, when she resisted, "Be proud of yourself, of your beauty. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of, Penney. Believe me."

Penney relented and Jim removed her slip, laying it over her dress. He then reached behind her and fumbled with the catch to her bra. Once he had it undone, he gently pulled it free and slipped it off also. Penney crossed her arms in front of her chest and covered her breasts with her hands. Jim stepped behind her and kissed her neck, her shoulders and down her back to her shoulder blades.

Penney trembled at his touch. No one had ever kissed her like this and the pleasure of Jim's kisses made her less fearful of her state of undress. Jim unhooked the garter snaps from her Nylons and removed it, tossing it onto the seat of the chair where he had put her bra. He dropped to his knees and gently worked her Nylons down her legs and removed them, one at a time, draping them over her slip.

Penney was now standing before him wearing only her panties. Jim stood and stepped back in front of her again, took her in his arms and kissed her once more. "Undress me, Honey," Jim said, after their kiss.

"Oh, I can't," Penney protested softly.

"Yes you can, Penney. You can do it, Honey. Just relax and let yourself do me the honor of being undressed by such a beautiful, sensual young woman. You can do it, Honey. Okay?"

With trembling hands, Penney began to unbutton Jim's shirt. "You'll have to help me," she said when she had it unbuttoned to his belt.

"No I don't, Penney. You're doing fine. Don't give up so easily," Jim encouraged.

Penney pulled Jim's shirttail from under the waistband of his trousers and found that she had to reach around his waist to get all of it loose. Pressing against his chest to reach the back was a most pleasant sensation and she began to relax a little. After she pulled his tee shirt off, she stared in awe at Jim's magnificently muscled chest and arms. "Oh god," she whispered and gently traced the muscles with her finger tips.

After a minute or so, Jim pulled her to his chest and kissed her again. The feel of her bare breasts against his hairy chest removed the last of her reservations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with fiery passion.

"You're not finished yet, Penney," Jim said when the kiss ended.

Penney nearly clawed at Jim's belt in her haste to finish her task. There was no more reluctance now, she wanted to see this man in all his naked glory. She managed to get the belt undone and the zipper pulled down. Grasping his trousers and skivvies together, she forcefully jerked them to his ankles. Jim's rock hard cock sprang free and bobbed in front of her face.

Penney could only stare in fascination at the cock just inches from her face. This was the first cock she had ever seen on a grown man. Her previous experiences were in the back seat of cars, in the dark. Not only had she never seen a cock before, she had never touched one.

"Don't stop, Honey," Jim said, "Finish what you started." Jim lifted one foot then the other, so she could pull his clothes off. "The socks too, Honey," he added.

Now that Jim was naked, Penney was mesmerized at the sight of him. "Do I pass inspection, Love?" Jim asked after at least a minute of Penney scanning her eyes over his physique.

"Oh my god, Jimmy, you are so beautiful," she whispered in awe as her eyes finally settled on his cock.

Jim held out both hands, an invitation for her to place her hands in his. He gently grasped her hands and assisted her to her feet. Once she was standing, he pulled her close and kissed her again.

Penney could feel Jim's hard cock pressed firmly against her tummy. As they kissed, Jim lightly caressed her shoulders and back, feeling her tremble with pleasure from the warm contact.

He trailed kisses down her throat to each breast, one at a time, gently sucking each nipple. Penney hummed in pure joy from his touch. She had never had her breasts kissed or sucked before. Continuing his journey downward, he probed his tongue into her navel, bringing and audible response.

Grasping her panties, Jim pulled them to her feet as he kissed to the top of her pubic hair. After removing her panties from her feet, he stood and once again embraced her in a kiss.

After the latest kiss, Jim stepped back a couple of steps, allowing Penney to examine him once again. At this point, she was oblivious to her own nakedness. All she could think about was the magnificent specimen of a man who stood before her. He appeared to her as though God had taken all of the power of the lightening bolt and the pounding surf of a stormy sea, and sculpted it into a man. Wrapped him tightly in wet skin then set him out in the sun for the skin to shrink and darken, to make the beautiful creature she that beheld in awe.

"Are you okay, Penney?" he asked. "If you are going to change your mind, now is the time to do so."

"Oh Jimmy, you are so beautiful. I couldn't change my mind if I wanted to. I want you to make love to me."

Jim walked to his sea bag to get a rubber. Penney's eyes followed his every move. "Here," He said, after returning to where she waited, It's time for this." He handed her the foil wrapped rubber.

"You have to show me. Jimmy. I've never even seen one of these before."

"Do you see this little notch?" he asked pointing to the notch scored into one side of the foil packet. "You tear it open there. Go ahead, open it."

Penney tore the packet open. "Now, pull the rubber out. Do you see how it's rolled up? Unroll a little bit of it, about an inch. Now, pinch about a finger width closed at the end and unroll the rest of it onto my cock. Go ahead, Honey, just unroll it onto me."

"I can't, without touching you," she complained.

Jim chuckled and took her free hand and placed it on his cock. Penney jerked like she had been shocked but couldn't resist wrapping her fingers around it.

"Now, is that so bad?"

"God Jimmy, it's wonderful. Are they all this big?"

"Honey," Jim said, "There are no two alike. They come bigger and they come smaller. This one works just right for me. I'll get your opinion, later."

Penney gazed into his eyes and blushed and smiled. "You'd better get that thing on me, Penney, before I lose control of myself and ravish your sexy body right here on the floor."

Penney managed to get the rubber rolled onto Jim's cock and looked into his eyes with pride. He winked at her and lifted her into his arms, carried her to the bed and gently deposited her near the middle. He climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling at her feet. Lifting one foot, he began kissing and licking. Penney closed her eyes in pleasure as Jim laved his tongue between her toes, sucked them one at a time and finally, took all them into his mouth to suck and tease with his tongue.

Penney moaned with pleasure as he kissed along her ankle, up her leg and thigh, to her pubic hair. By this time, Penney had unconsciously splayed her legs wide apart He exhaled half of his breath heavily onto her pussy, without touching it, then blew the last of his breath against it. He kissed his way back down the other leg to her foot and repeated his efforts on that one.

He kissed his way back to her pubic hair again and repeated the exhaling, blowing routine. He then placed his tongue flat against her pussy where the lips met at the lower end and slowly dragged it over it's full length. When he got to her clitoris, he massaged it forcefully with the end of his tongue, instantly triggering Penney's first ever full-blown orgasm. She whimpered and thrashed about as he continued for two or three minutes more.

Without her even being aware of it, Jim slipped his hard cock deeply into her and she automatically wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging as tightly to him as was humanly possible.

Supporting his weight with his elbows, Jim restrained her head with both hands and kissed her deeply. Penney responded to the kiss enthusiastically, not even being aware of her own taste and fragrance on his lips. As he fucked her, Jim applied pressure to various places in her pussy, extracting a moan of pleasure with each `sweet spot' that he discovered. After finding her most responsive spot, he concentrated his efforts on that spot. Penney became louder and more animated as she neared her first ever orgasm from fucking.

With shrieks just below the level of screams, she convulsed through her first of several orgasms. Jim continued pounding away until she simply collapsed from emotional exhaustion and lay dormant under him.

Jim slowed his pace to barely perceptible movement and patiently waited for her to return to a conscious state. "Are you okay, Honey?" he asked when she showed signs of awareness.

"Mmmm, yes. God Jimmy, what did you do to me?"

"Penney, my Sweet," he said, lightly kissing her lips. "You just pay attention and I'll show you." With that, he began stroking once again, quickly increasing his tempo until he was back to full steam ahead. "Are you paying attention?" he asked softly, his lips touching her own.

"Umm hmm, but I'm afraid I'm going to lose it again, Jimmy."

"Stay with me, Penney. I'm going to cum with you this time."

"Hurry, Jimmy, I can't take much more," she haltingly panted. "Jimmy, please hurry. I can't stand this much longer."

Jim removed the pressure from her sweet spot and fucked for his own gratification. Nearing his limit, he returned to her sweet spot and drove her over the edge once more. As her orgasm subsided, he went into his own moment of ecstasy, thrusting deeply with each spurt of cum from his cock. They both lay still for a couple of minutes while they regained their senses.

"I've got to pull out now, Honey, before I lose this rubber and flood you with cum," he spoke softly.

"Can't you wait a little longer, Jimmy. It feels so good to have you inside me like this. I don't want you to go away."

"Sorry, Honey, it's time, right now," Jim said and slowly withdrew his rubber covered cock. "Do you want to take it off?" he asked when he was completely out.

"Not this time. I want to watch you do it."

Jim removed the cum filled rubber from his deflating cock. "What do you do with it?" Penney asked.

"I tie a knot in the end and flush it down the toilet," he replied.

"I want to see what it looks like. I've never seen a guys stuff before."

"Okay, check it out, Love. I'll empty it onto your breasts."

"I don't think I want it on my breasts. Is it awful?"

"No, Penney, it's not awful. It's just fluid. It's not any kind of body waste. A lot of people swallow it."

"Do you mean people pour it into their mouths?" Penney asked, incredulously.

"No, my innocent little Sweetheart, they take it straight from the source. Haven't you ever heard of blow jobs."

"Yes, but I didn't believe people really did things like that. Have you ever had someone do you?"

"A lot of times, Penney. Why do you think it's all right for a guy to lick your pussy but you don't think you should suck his cock?"

"Well, until you did it to me, I didn't think people did that, either."

"So, did you like it?"

"Oh god, Jimmy. I loved it. I want you to do it again."

"Well, let's take a look at this, first." Jim emptied the rubber onto Penney's breast.

"God it's warm. I didn't think it would be so thick. Is it always white?"

"Mostly, if a guy has cum a few times in a short period, it gets sort of pale and watery. Feel it." Jim placed a finger in the pool of cum and wiped some to her nipple, swirling it around it.

"God it's slippery," Penney said after putting fingers from both hands into the puddle and rubbing it around a little. After a little hesitation, Penney began to massage the cum into her breasts, liberally coating them both with the warm fluid.

Jim lowered his lips to her breasts and sucked each nipple clean. After cleaning both nipples, he dragged his tongue through the remnants of the initial puddle and continued to her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her onto his thighs. Sitting upright with her back against his thighs, he quickly licked her to another intense orgasm.

"Come on, Penney, let's take a quick shower," he said.

"You mean, together?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Of course, together. Come on Penney, I'm going to have to get you home, sometime tonight."

"I don't want to go home. I want to stay with you," she pouted.

"Honey, I'm leaving for Seattle in a few short hours," Jim replied.

"You could take me with you," Penney said, hopefully.

"No I can't Penney. You have a family here. You have to finish school and become something more than a waitress. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with being a waitress. There's just so much more to life than working at a minimum pay, no future, dead end job," Jim responded.

"I want to go with you, Jimmy. Please, we could get married. I would be a good wife, I promise."

"No, Penney. Now get your sexy butt into the shower. Now!" They showered quickly and returned to their clothes.

"Please, Jimmy, take me to Seattle with you," Penney begged.

"I can't do it, Honey. Now get dressed, we have to leave."

Jim dressed completely while Penney just slipped her feet into her shoes and put on the waitress dress, not even buttoning it all the way to the top.

"You're sexy when you're mad, Penney," Jim teased.

"Don't talk to me," she replied harshly."

Jim gathered his things and stowed them all into his sea bag. As an afterthought, he removed the box of rubbers and handed them to Penney.

"Take these, Penney. I can always get more."

"I don't want them," she snapped.

"Penney, listen to me."

"I will not listen," she interrupted.

Jim grabbed the front of her dress and pulled her close, "Penney, did your parents ever spank you?"

"No," she said, much more civilly.

"Well, my beautiful little friend, you are going to take these and you're going to make use of them. You are going to tell me that you will, or I am going to blister your sexy ass right here and now. Understand?" Jim demanded.

Looking into his eyes, she feared that he meant every word that he spoke. "Yes," she said timidly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes, what else?"

"Yes, I will take them.and use them."

"Thank you, Penney. I'm doing this because I care what happens to you. Now, let's go."

Checking one more time to be sure he had not left anything behind, Jim lifted the sea bag and escorted Penney to the door.

He rang for the elevator while Penney pouted at his side. "Smile until we get outside, Penney. I need to pester that clerk for the Bell Hop."

Penney remembered the conversation between Jim and the elderly BellHop when they arrived and smiled in spite of herself.

"It looks like you be leavin us Suh," the old man said when he saw Jim's sea bag.

"Yes Sir," Jim replied, "I'm going home for the first time in two years."

"You ain't spose ta call me Suh. I'se spose ta call you, Suh," the BellHop replied.

"Well, Sir, since I don't know your name, there is nothing else I can call you."

"You be da firs white man I ebber see'd that din't have a lots of things ta call me, Suh, an I nebber liked none of dem things they calls me."

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

"You certainly can ask. My Momma done gone an named me Liberty, Suh," the old man said with pride.

"Well Liberty, if I was a gambling man, I'd bet your last name is Bell. Would I win or lose?"

"Suh, ya'll sho ought to take up gamblin. You be a rich man mighty quick. Liberty Bell, thas me, Suh."

"Liberty Bell, my name is Jim Davis, former US Marine. I'm mighty proud to meet you, Liberty," Jim said, offering his hand.

"You ain't near as proud to meet me as I am to meet you, Mr. Davis," Liberty said as they reached the lobby and the elevator door opened.

Liberty's eyes opened wide when he saw Jim unbutton Penney's dress, all the way to her waist. It was plain to see she was wearing nothing else. Jim kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Play along with me, Honey, okay?"

"Okay," she giggled, in anticipation.

"When is check out time?' Jim asked gruffly, when they reached the counter.

The clerk, who normally just pointed to the sign that gave the times and rates when asked that question stammered, "Eleven in the morning, Sir," his eyes surveying Penney's bosom.

"I'll be back about ten to get the rest of my things," Jim answered, and turned to leave. The clerk sighed in relief. He would not be on duty at ten in the morning. He had never been so happy to see a guest leave. After just one step, Jim turned around, turning Penney with him, "Clerk," he barked, "I don't like the way I've seen you treat my friend, Liberty." Jim swept a hand toward Liberty. "From now on, he is Mr. Bell, to you."

"I, I, I." the clerk began to stutter.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow," Jim interrupted, "I'll be gone for about a week. When I get back, I'm going to ask my friend, Liberty, how things are going. If I find out that you are not complying with my demand, I'm going to complain to the owner of this establishment about this fourteen year old girl you sent to my room." Jim indicated Penney who struck an adolescent pose and smiled sexily. The clerk turned white and stumbled back against the wall. "The next time I ask for a young girl, I want one that is really young. Do you get my message?"

The clerk was so traumatized, he was unable to respond. "I think you do," Jim said and escorted Penney from the hotel.

"God Jimmy, I thought he was going to have a heart attack and die, right before my eyes," Penney said, excitedly. "So, you like them young, huh?" she added, mischievously.

"No, Honey. If you looked your age, we wouldn't have gotten together. By the time you told me your age, I was already hooked."

"I wish I had a bigger hook. It looks like you're getting away."

"Trust me, Honey, it's for the best. Now, which way to the bus to your place?"

"Are you coming with me?"

"Yes. I intend to see you safely in your door before I leave."

"You don't have to, Jimmy. I make this trip several times a week. I'll be alright."

"Well, I won't be alright until I see you home, safe and sound."

After more pleading, many tears and finally resignation, Penney kissed him one more time and went into her house. Jim caught the next bus back to town and took a taxi to the airport to wait for his flight.

When the time finally came for Jim to board, he walked out to the ramp and saw that the airplane was a Super Constellation. Almost four years earlier, he left this same airport for his first leave home, on a Super Constellation. He was seventeen years old and it was the first time he had ever set foot in an airplane. Not knowing anything about air travel, when he got inside the airplane, he turned left and took a seat. Just before take-off, the Stewardess asked to see his ticket. She told him that he was in the wrong section. He was supposed to be in coach, not first class. He got up and asked where coach was. The Stewardess could see that he was confused and frightened. She told him to just stay where he was, he could ride first class but she couldn't serve him the first class dinner. The Stewardess's name was Wendy. She talked with Jim for much the flight, as it was another early morning flight with few passengers.

Jim climbed the stairs to the airplane and there, greeting each passenger, was Wendy. He stepped into the cabin and got the standard greeting from Wendy. Jim smiled at her and winked, "I know where to go this time," he said, knowing she would not have a clue what he was talking about. Jim turned to the right and had not taken a step when Wendy laid a hand on his arm, "You're my Marine," she said, with flashing eyes and a broad smile.

"Hi Wendy, I'm flattered beyond words that you remember that episode. That was nearly four years ago."

"Just a second," she said. She checked her manifest, walked into the first class section and then turned to Jim and beckoned him with a finger. "I saved your seat," she said, happily.

Once again, Jim rode first class, by the kindness of this Stewardess. The first leg of the flight was to Reno Nevada. From Reno they would fly non-stop to Seattle.

Jim and Wendy visited again during the flight to Reno. He learned that she was now married and it was her husband who was flying their airplane. He told her of his four years in the Marine Corps. It was a happy flight.

At Reno a nine year old girl, Rita, boarded the airplane, alone. Her parents had been killed in a car train accident and she was going to Seattle to live with grandparents. The Stewardess seated the girl next to Jim. The girl was even more frightened than Jim had been on his first airplane ride but then, Jim had not just lost his parents.

Rita told him that her grandparents didn't want her to come to Seattle but she had nowhere else to go. Her paternal grandparents lived in Nevada but were drunkards and could not be trusted to raise the girl. The maternal grandparents in Seattle had all but disowned their daughter when she married an Indian. Rita was half white, half Indian.

Rita liked Jim immediately. He spoke with her as though she was someone who was intelligent, not just a nine-year-old girl. They traded stories about their lives for a few minutes as the airplane climbed to altitude. When the seatbelt sign went off, Jim asked Wendy for a pillow and a blanket for each of them. He placed Rita's pillow in his lap and covered her with her blanket after she laid her head on the pillow. He then laid back himself. He had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours by then and intended to take a nap. They both went right to sleep.

Jim dreamed of Damon. In his dream, Damon was looking at him, saying goodbye and crying. Jim tried to comfort him but couldn't get his attention. Damon just kept crying and saying, `Goodbye, Jimmy'.

While Jim dreamed of Damon, a Navy F4H Phantom, out of Fallon, Nevada, sliced into the Super Constellation just behind the co-pilot's seat, plowed through the first class section and lodged in the left wing root. The left wing, with both engines still running, parted from the airplane to fly wildly about for a few seconds until the engines ran out of fuel. The Super Constellation and the Phantom plummeted to the Nevada desert in a spectacular ball of fire.

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