---- Cooper Max is the author of numerous stories on Nifty. His other stories can be found under his name in the author's section. Cooper lives in Germany and welcomes all comments both positive and negative. If you're a German reader, feel free to say Guten Tag. -----
Ramstein Rodding Part 1
"Hey man, you realize I'm using this bench, right?" Bellowed Major Thomas Wells; his 6'3 frame, thick-frame towering confidently.
"Woah there tough guy. I didn't realize this bench is yours. Didn't see your name on it." Sassed Major Marc Boyce as he stood up tall, coming close to the other Major's height. Marc cracked his widest smile Ð the one that had so many meanings and always got him what he wanted.
"Yeah you can cut that sarcasm and shitty-lady killer smile, guy. Pay attention." Major Thomas stated, annoyance seeping through his baritone voice. He hated ass hat, smarmy, cocky guys like the one standing in front of him. The United States Air Force was filled to the brim with these kinds of guys; the ones that thought they are God's gift to the military and womankind.
"This is the North gym not Venice Beach, man. Take the bench, it's clear you need a few more reps than I do anyway." Marc retorted with impatience cutting through his own words.
The two men stared stoically at each other. Major Wells dark green eyes drilled into Major Boyce like lasers as he fantasized about punching the arrogance right of this guy's face.
Major Boyce stared back with equal force, his dark brown eyes not blinking once. He picked up instantly on this other guy's bullshit. Major Boyce hated these stoic, tough-guy types that were so pervasive in the Air Force; the ones acting like the weight of the world was on their shoulders and thought smiling would be the equivalent of wearing a dress while walking down main street.
"Well, gentlemen, the gym is already saturated with testosterone and piss from this little contest of yours. Do you mind moving it along? Major Wells recognized the pissed off tone of his fiancŽ, Lynn.
"Yeah, hot shots, let's keep things moving. People in this gym prefer their equipment to not be covered in blood, piss and testosterone." Chimed in another female voice. Major Boyce recognized the highly annoyed tone of his girlfriend, Samantha.
The two women looked at each other.
"Is this one yours?" Samantha asked Lynn.
"Unfortunately. Thomas always causes trouble. I had to swoop him as usual" Replied Lynn. "I take it this one is yours, then?"
"On days like today, I'd rather not claim Marc. His parents never taught him how to play nice in the sand box." Replied Samantha while rolling her eyes.
Major Boyce and Major Thomas gave each other one last dirty look and went to separate ends of the gym. The two ladies laughed and hit it off ending up on the treadmills together while chatting away.
Marc slammed the car door shut; sweat still dripping down his face. Samantha pulled out of the gym parking lot.
"You're going to have to learn some manners, Marc, because we're going to dinner with your new best friend and his fiancŽ." Samantha said with an edge in her voice.
"What!?" Marc exploded, "You want me to go to dinner with that douche canoe? No way!"
"You're going or you're sleeping in the damn couch tonight, hotshot." Samantha replied with a matter-of-fact tone.
A tense silence hung over Major Marc Boyce and Major Thomas Wells at the dinner table. If the women noticed, their behavior didn't acknowledge it as they talked away over martinis.
Major Wells stared at his beer, glancing up occasionally to catch the game at the far end of the restaurant.
Major Boyce stared aimlessly out the window wishing he were anywhere but here.
Major Boyce took a second to evaluate the dick-weed sitting across from him. Major Wells' baldhead seemed to reflect all the light in the restaurant. Marc laughed to himself thinking this guy was the more stoic version of Mr. Clean. Marc hated admitting it but the guy's symmetrical baldhead did suit him. Marc could tell he shaved his head on purpose, not because he was going bald.
Marc spoke up, "Let me guess. Thick, tall, corn-fed build. Stoic, tough-guy demeanor Ð you wanted to go into the Marines but they wouldn't take you?"
Major Thomas Well's green eyes shifted from his beer to Marc.
"Let me guess, tall-lean frame. Bright blond hair. Lady-killer smile. You wanted to join a frat but they weren't accepting charity cases." Major Wells replied with equal parts sarcasm and menace.
"Boys, cut the bull shit out. This is a dinner table not a gladiator ring." Samantha chimed in with anger in her voice.
"Keep this crap up and we'll take off and leave you two here together." Lynn interjected.
The men glared at each other in silence.
Minutes later Thomas spoke up, "So hot shot, what do you do here on Ramstein?"
Fighting back the urge to tell Thomas to fuck-off, Marc replied, "I'm a C130 pilot. What about you, tough-guy?
"No surprise you're a pilot with that attitude of yours. Bet it burned your ass that you got heavy lift over fighter jets. I'm a surgeon at the Landstuhl." Retorted Major Thomas Wells.
"Yeah I wanted heavy. Could have flown any aircraft Ð I had my choice. Surgeon, eh? That explains the superiority-complex," Replied Marc.
The two stared at each other aggressively.
"Samantha and I are going to go out with some of her girlfriends," Lynn interjected.
"Great, then we can go home," Major Wells said excitedly. Major Boyce nodded happily in agreement.
The ladies gave them dark stares. "You two babies do what you want. Don't wait up. We've had enough of all this testosterone for the night." Lynn replied. The ladies stood up and were gone in minutes.
"Guess we're left covering the bill as usual," Major Wells said with humor in his voice.
"Isn't that the way it always goes? I feel like a human ATM more than a boyfriend." Major Boyce responded. Both men laughed, easing some of the tension.
"Listen, this game has 2 more quarters and I'm not done with my beer. I'm going to stay and watch. You're welcome to stay too. I have a feeling we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other with our significant others liking each other so damn much. " Major Wells said.
"Well, looks like my team sucked balls tonight. Time to go home," Major Wells stated with a depressed tone as he drowned the rest of his beer.
"Are you going to be ok getting home? You've had a few." Inquired Major Marc Boyce.
"What are you, my mother? Yeah man, I'm good. I'll walk home. It's only a few blocks from here. " Replied Major Wells.
"I can give you a ride." Said Major Boyce.
"I'm good. You're welcome to walk with me if you're that committed to see me home Mr. Prince Charming," Major Wells stated sarcastically.
The two men paid their bills and set off on fast paced saunter to Major Wells' place.
"Looks like the ladies weren't kidding about not coming home early. The house lights are still off." Stated Major Wells.
"Yeah, I just got a message from Samantha saying that they'd probably crash at our place since they're way too many drinks in. They're going to grab a cab." Major Boyce stated. "Mind if I use your pisser before I walk back?"
The two men stumbled into the house. Major Marc Boyce headed down the hall to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he walked back into the living room.
"Well shit man! Warn a guy if you're going to get comfortable." Shouted Major Boyce in surprise at seeing Major Thomas wells stripped down to his boxers on the couch.
Major Wells' 6'3 frame was even more impressive without his clothes on. A thick layer of light brown hair covered his well-defined chest and abdomen. His thick, muscled legs were propped up on the dining table with his enormous feet flopping back and forth carelessly. His bright green eyes flickered mischievously at Marc.
"Oh c'mon dude, this is my living room. You're lucky I'm not butt naked." Replied Major Wells teasingly.
"Yeah I'd be out of here faster than Usain Bolt." Major Boyce retorted feeling himself flush a little bit at the thought of Major Wells being naked. The thought of what was under Major Wells' tight black boxer-briefs pressed itself into Marc's consciousness.
"Ahhh fuck off. You're such a tight ass." Major Wells said laughing.
"Me, you're the Mr. Clean, stone cold steve Austin want to be, can't break a smile if his life depended on it, you asshole." Marc replied defensively and hoping Major Wells wasn't misjudging his awkwardness.
"Well if you're such an extrovert, strip down to your boxers too, tough-guy, and prove it." Thomas replied, cracking a wide smile that caught Marc by surprise.
Marc balked at Thomas, shocked at the suggestion. His mind whirled at what to say.
"And why would I do that, you homo?" Marc said half jokingly half defensively.
"Oh shut up. We're both straight, type-A dudes. I'm sure you've stripped down with plenty of guys before you twat." Laughed Thomas Wells.
Feeling an impulsive need to both impress Major Wells and defend his own credibility, Marc Boyce threw off his shirt and jumped out of his jeans.
"There you have it, ass wipe. I did it." Marc said standing there in his very tight gray boxers; the outline of his cock clear as day.
Major Wells whistled. "Damn stud, no wonder that girl friend of yours seems to be so smitten with you. She could barely stop eye fucking you all dinner. Now I get it. Lean, chiseled frame. Tall, blond, hairy. If your dick is as big as it looks then no wonder she wants you." Thomas finished.
Marc was stunned. He was wondering if he was too drunk to actually understand what Thomas had just said to him. Feeling fully aware of his near nudity, Marc blushed without control. He stood in awkward silence not knowing what to say.
"Well then, lets see it!" Major Thomas Wells said emphatically.
"Come again!?" Marc stuttered.
"Your cock, bro. Whip it out." Marc retorted with a grin.
Marc stood motionless.
"Alright then, I'll go first if you're too chicken shit." Major Wells said impatiently.
Suddenly, his 6'3 frame was standing tall. Without missing a beat, he flopped his cock out. With a few quick strokes, he was fully erect. Marc couldn't help but stare. Thomas' cock was thick as a soda can with an enormous mushroom tip; straight as a metal rod. What he lacked in length he made up for in girth. Veins popped on all sides of his cock. His balls were huge and hung low.
"Pretty sure I could crush a can with this thing." Major Wells stated jokingly as he smacked his cock back and forth.
"Well then?" Major Wells challenged.
Marc slowly pulled out his now fully erect cock.
"Yep your girl friend is going to want a marriage proposal. Look at that thing! I'm guessing 7 inches. Symmetrical. Curved. Not nearly as thick as mine but you've got the length down for sure. Those balls of yours definitely drain plenty of baby batter." Major Wells mentioned; not taking his eyes off of Marc's cock.
The two stood starting at each other's cocks. Energy and awkwardness filled the air. Marc had never felt so on edge before. He'd seen plenty of guys naked in the locker room but nothing like this had ever happened!
Suddenly, there was a lot commotion at the door.
"Shit, the girls must have changed plans to come back here!" Major Wells whispered hysterically.
The men scrambled back into their clothing as the clearly intoxicated girls fumbled with the keys at the front door.
Minutes later the girls came stumbling into the living room.
"Look who became friends!" Samantha slurred.
"Time to get you home, honey." Marc said sheepishly. "We've got to walk back to the car. It'll do you some good; air you out from that alcohol smell."
Marc gave Thomas an embarrassing nod on his way out of the living room. Thomas barely acknowledged him leaving.
----Cooper Max is the author of numerous stories on Nifty. His other stories can be found under his name in the author's section. Cooper lives in Germany and welcomes all comments both positive and negative. If you're a German reader, feel free to say Guten Tag. -------
------ To Be Continued ----